Trolls

A troll, you know,

lives under your bed.

He will never show

his ugly little head.

But he will take

a pillowcase

before you wake;

all in hast.

He picks up

tree branch sticks

that's all he hopes

and avoids the nicks.

He's wicked and pure

nothing short of brats

for he is sure:

that's mines, take that!