In the Garden of Neglect,
the sun was warm:
the day perfect.
Three pretty pixies began to play
when a terrible troll wanted
to chase them away.
He grumped.
He groaned.
He growled.
He moaned.
He hated the sun.
He hated the day.
He hated the pixies.
He hated the play.
The pixies only wanted to prance.
They loved to sing.
They loved to dance.
On a toadstool they did sit
as the troll had a fit.
The troll vowed to ruin their day.
The troll swore to drive them away
With pine cone, pitch,
and rotting flower,
the bad troll thought
he'd ruin their hour,
but the fast fairies flitted away.
Out of his reach,
they continued their play.
The troll snarled,
his talons bare.
He tried to snatch
their golden hair.
The three fairies were not afraid.
In song, a wish they made.
The troll would be their friend.
With their games,
his heart would mend.
From that day on,
the troll learned to dance
and sing silly songs.