Bolf was a troll, and he had a little bag,
And he filled it up with trash, trash, trash;
Then he looked inside, and said to himself,
What a fine haul, what a stash, stash, stash.
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When he brought it home to his troll wife Joan,
And he told her to look inside, side, side,
She gazed in the bag and sang out with joy,
Such a fine stash of trash, trash, trash.
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Then they both sat down and ate the fine meal,
The very best meal they had, had, had, had.
The junk and the trash, and the tins and the crass,
Eaten with relish were soon gone, gone, gone.
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