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On the stone old troll sat
Empty bone Glodal
For many years it he ate
And the meat did not take
And he lived in the bad bad
And he moaned with shame,
That meat did not take out.
Once, past in new shoes
Tom of the tavern was
- Hey, troll, what's in your hands?
Where did Mosop come from?
And then I learned that he glowed
Uncle Tim's bone, which lay
Long in the coffin cheese
- I had to take bone without demand.
I stole her, but
What is her eyelid in the ground lying
Your uncle has shown for a long time.
Another would be more polite
And I myself gave me a bone,
After all, the corpse is still.
In disadvantage, the troll is evil
And in anger he shouts:
- Hey, brazen thief, Give Mosop
He belongs to us.
Let the uncle of the corpse became a long time ago
And yet we are not all the same
How he lies in the coffin
Here is a poor troll, and brazen volume
From anger itself is not yours.
He's a shoe!
And suddenly like a bunk: - Oh,
After all, the right from such food
Troll's trolley taste
Do not cut down
And here on the stone old troll
Laughs and crept.
And the stupid volume is already changing the role
Chromaste and groachtitis.
What you can see before kicking
In the ass stone that do not lift
A little waiting
Think your head.