There once was a farmer from old Flotsam town
Who was tired of sowing his seeds on the ground
He went for a wander and walked till the dawn
Till a wanton old she troll he stumbled upon
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fits the hole
Around in the stinking great den they did roll
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The farmer he knew it was love at first sight
They ploughed through the morning and into the night
With teeth rotten black and a rank leather hide
wanton
wander
groaned
found
dirty
sowing
droop
black
ground
because
farts
stone
first
farmer
around
bestial
great
scowl
after
excitement
walked
burial
creature
onion
cavernous
bride
guards
leather
hideous
morning
ploughed
stinking
ploughing
troll
rotten
mound
sight
flotsam
seeds
started
tired
stumbled
night
teeth
there
fixed
bones
through
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