Crossing the road to perdition
Takes more than hearty legs
A brain of steel
A soul of Gold
For breakfast.. try to have eggs
And If perchance you meet a troll
Just tap him on the knee
It may seem silly
Or maybe wrong
But sure enough you'll see
That trolls my friend are made of ice
And ice is made of cash
And if it's cash your looking for
You'll soon develop rash
Across your face, across your eyes
And too across your chest
A pocket full of sunshine
And a rainbow in the west
And if you lose your way somehow
Be sure not to alarm
For primal bears and homonauts
Can surely cause you harm
Now of course your nigh to ask
How will this help me live?
The answer friend lies in your end
A cell phone's in your ass!
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