I look across the grassy knoll
At one elusive little troll
Who looks at me as if I know
In which direction he should go.
We stare at one another, lost
Across the dense and fertile moss
And just when we start having fun
The little troll turns tail and runs.
I fear the day is drawing nigh
Beneath a promised summer sky
When sadly my little troll and I
Will break the link and say good-bye.