Troll

I know she's overrated
Judge me when it's done
My orange dinosaur painting
Life-sized when it's hung
Her tiny hands and arms
Proportionately lean
Her tiny fingers graced
With extra sets and leaves

But you know
What she's like
Like a troll on a bike
And you know
What she's like
Like a Troll on a bike

He swung through jungle
With no grace, or style or strength
A noisy, chewing gum chewing
Last one on the bench
She loved his hairy back
And he loved her ski jump tail
They smoked cigars in wellies
And everything was swell

But you know
What she's like
Like a troll on a bike
And you know
What she's like
Like a Troll on a bike



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Robert Marson
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