THE KNOT IN A FAIRYTALE.

I went to a wedding between an ogre and troll,

It was real deep in a cave, I felt like a ground mole,

Neither of them was Einstein bright,

Instead of kissing, they did bite,

They said having hundreds of kids, was their future goal.

I SMELLED SOMETHING NASTY TO THE DRAGON, WILLIAM TELL

A dragon came to see me and said his name was William Tell,

I replied that my name was Anonymous, a troll that lived in the well,

He didn't speak French so good,

I don't, but wish I could,

I mainly speak in Trollebic, a language based on smell.