Pond Troll(a fairy-tale About a Pond Troll) I know different stories I know ... I know ... I know ... I know a few about the land above Where up goes on forever and everybone´s exposed The first story tells of a pair of dice... Cursed by number of prejudice! And when the people let them roll They lock their homes and shut their doors The second tale is one of need For the mongrel dogs with pedigrees And in their bark is such a greed That they envy their own echo The third tale tells Of a blossom whose petals Leap like fire upon the skin And burn to mark conceit within Now the world is haunted! Haunting in the world!