In a forest, past the harvest
Lived a troll named Drizzle Drozzle Dum
His obsession with possession
Led him to an awfully tragic end

One bright morning, after yawning
Drizzle Drozzle stole a goblin's lunch
He was hungry, and his tummy
Gave the signal for him to have a munch

Tasty snail stew, quite tough to chew
Drizzle ate well, then he went to bed
Dreams of dragons, gnomes and half-lings
Elven woodsmen began to fill his head

Soon, the goblin, to his chagrin
Found his food was taken by the troll
So he set out, there was no doubt
Maimed poor Drizzle, hung him from a pole

Drizzle Drozzle got his fulfill
But his actions led him to his fall
That's his story and I'm sorry
If you can relate to him at all