You just never know…
I met a troll down by the river.
It made me shake, it made me quiver.
I tried to pass-in my way it stayed.
I tried to reason, it just brayed.
Soon, I tired and turned around.
It tried to stomp me into the ground.
Then I tried to run away.
It grabbed me by the neck and said, “Stay!”
I told it, “Troll, I want to go home.”
It told me, “I’m not a troll, I am a Gnome!”
I said, “Please, Gnome, let me go.”
The troll told me, “No no no!”
It looked at me and said:
”It’s time to eat!” Now I’m dead…
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