The Troll's Socks Song
Troll sat alone on the dryers top,
And tried to pair his one old sock;
For many a year he had kept it near,
For socks were hard to keep dry.
Warm dry! Stay dry!
On a dryer in the hills he dwelt alone,
And socks were hard to keep dry.
Up came Tom with his matching socks on.
Said he to Troll: "Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the sock o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-coverin' his foot now.
His now! Where now!
This many a year has his sock been gone,
And I thought it was coverin' his foot still."
"My lad," said Troll, 'this sock I found.
But what be socks that lie on the ground?
Thy nuncle was gone as gone could be,
Afore I found his lost sock.
Poor sock! Lone sock!
He can spare a sock for a poor old troll,
For he didn’t miss his lost sock."
Said Tom: "I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the sock off the foot o' my father's kin;
So hand the old sock over!
Though gone he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old sock over!"
"For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins,
"I'll strip thy feet, and snatch thy socks.
A pair o' matched socks would be so sweet!
I'll get my socks from thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' havin’ just one old sock;
I've a mind to take your socks now."
But just as he thought those socks were caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom took off his socks
And gave him a smell to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A smell o' dirty socks up his nose, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
But number than stone is the schnoz and snout
Of a troll that sits on the dryers top.
As well as try to out stink a skunk,
For the nose of a troll don't smell it.
Propel it! Dispel it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his nose could smell it.
Tom's nose is dead, since home he came,
And his sockless feet are forever lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the socks he snatched from their owner.
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the socks he snatched from their owner!