Edited by Richard Walker, Sunday, 22 Jan 2017, 00:25
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.
Nursery Rhyme
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.