Hides under a bridge,
Where he can t be seen.
Huddled under a bankside,

Staring into a stream.
Wanna cross this bridge,
Well better be aware.

There is a brown hairy troll,
Gonna give you a scare.


Yea, I'm the troll,
This is my bridge,
Go turn around,

Back through the ridge.
Yea, I 'm the troll,
Don t you even dare,

Yea, I'm the troll,
Gonna get you there,


Monster from beneath.
!@&! of grief,
Such a sad sigh,

Does he wanna die?
In a mind of fear,
The troll lives in my mind.

I must forget this fear of regret.

The Troll