Trollish ode to themselves
December 17, 2003
We are hard as rock and stone,
in mountain-caves we make our home.
With our maces great and long,
if we slam ground it goes klong!
Under moon and star we work,
we do not know what is a fork.
For our Lord we give our lives,
because he has hid our wives.
Crushing is what we do well,
while we ring big warbell.
We squish men from the west,
cuz rhyming is not our very best.
If we fall we do not fade,
people say a new mountain has been made.
We will stop this crazy song,
for there is sound of giant gong.