Troll Song

We are the tintinnabulating trolls To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls. Madder than the maddest hatter, Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat; And we prattle pitter-patter In our jabberwocky chatter To a bumbulating beat. See us zim zam zoom As we're going bim bam boom In an onomatopoeia that so rhythmically rolls. We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls. We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls. We are the tintinnabulating trolls With our xenophobic hearts lit like black burning coals. Hate and anger are our teachers So we squabble, squeal, and squirm. We are misbegotten creatures— With the ugliest of features— Lower than the lowest worm. In these premises We're unrivaled nemeses; And we burrow furrow mindless like some misanthropic moles. We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls. We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls. We are the tintinnabulating trolls From compassion and goodness we're at opposite poles— So devoid of any scruples. On stupidity we feed. As our villainy quadruples We're the most attentive pupils To insatiable greed. See us bash bing bang. Hear us clatter clash cling clang As we crash upon the shallows of malevolented shoals. We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls. We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls. We're the trolls trolls trolls, The incorrigible trolls. We're the trolls trolls trolls. We're the horrigible trolls. We're the irritating, aggravating, fascinating trolls. We're the wrangulating, jangulating, strangulating trolls. We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls. We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls. – Harley White < 1987 > [From my version of “East of the Sun and West of the Moon”]