As I was skipping down the lane
I met a troll with eyes of flame.
It showed two thousand tombstone teeth
On its forehead written grief.
Straightway it seized me at the throat
And crunched my bones down by the moat.
Oh Mother, Father, Mercy please,
Me preserve from dreams as these.
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Nursery Rhyme
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