| In a forest, past the harvest
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| Lived a troll named Drizzle Drozzle Dum
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| His obsession with possession
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| Led him to an awfully tragic end
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| One bright morning, after yawning
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| Drizzle Drozzle stole a goblin’s lunch
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| He was hungry and his tummy
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| Gave the signal for him to have a munch
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| Tasty snail stew, quite tough to chew
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| Drizzle ate well then he went to bed
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| Dreams of dragons, gnomes and half-lings
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| Elven woodsmen began to fill his head
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| Soon the goblin, to his chagrin
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| Found his food was taken by the troll
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| So he set out, there was no doubt
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| Maimed poor Drizzle, hung him from a pole
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| Drizzle Drozzle got his fulfill
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| But his actions led him to his fall
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| That’s his story, and I’m sorry
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| If you can relate to him at all |