Harrison the Troll
Good old Harry lived under the tunnel
With a frame of his parents
And his good old toy funnel
His crazy purple hair had no style
Harry walked with a scorched scent
That eclipsed a mile
Harrison used to leave his cave
He'd see all the other children
And he'd smile and wave
The kids did not take him so fine
They'd run to their parents
Harry heard them frown and whine
The parents ran to Harry
They stood so tall and scary
They yelled "Harrison you fool!
Don't you know you are a troll?
Leave here and go to your tunnel!"
So did leave Harry and his funnel
A troll in his cave
How bored he must be
Harry was told to never leave
He did his best to listen
Oh believe me he tried
But he went out for a walk
And all of the flowers died
Harry wanted to do what trolls do
He wanted to scare little children
That's what he was good at
That's what he knew
Harry hid in a bush
And he waited for a kid to come by
A girl walked pass and Harry made her cry
Harry did this more and more
He scared until he was eighty-four
Harry is a troll and a troll scares
No need for love
No sign of compassion on any of his hairs
Scaring made him as happy as can be
Scaring made Harry finally free
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