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!