Bigtroll sits upon his throne
Out he lets a trolly groan
To him something is amiss
Until he hears man's music

Down to the village march the trolls
Barging into human halls
Dragging musicians in their wake
They lumber back into their caves

Songs those humans will not play
Before Bigtroll they stand and shake
One grunt from his grubby mane
And the humans those trolls begin to maim

Now those humans are no more
And the trolls begin to bore
Instruments, trolls do take
Troll music, trolls do make

Bigtroll sits upon his throne
Out he lets a trolly groan
For now all the instruments are broke
So it's back to the village they go