Two little trolls named Allie and Sloane
Two little trolls who will not let alone.
Two little trolls, devious and mischievous
Breaking and dumping, and completely oblivious
Causing stress and messing messes quite grievous.
Two little trolls reeking havoc in halls, in kitchens, on rugs, on couches and chairs.
We clean up each mess as we pull out our hair.
So pray for us, we’re slow, we’re tired and our heads are a spinning
And lets hope it’s a phase end, and not a phase beginning.
Two little trolls, grab a quick bite to eat.
I am sure the huge mess, was never their intent,
We’re just glad they didn’t add a bit of two percent.
Two little trolls playing with knives
Sharpened edges, risking their lives,
But the mischief survives
And the mischief still thrives
But these sorts of things usually happen in fives.
Two little trolls, with a craving for bread,
The loaf gave quite a fight, but ended up dead
Destroyed and demolished, what to do next?
why face painting Sloane’s face, with green, blue and red.
What is a day for a troll without a few good books,
But of course not for reading, nor looking nor chattering.
But for spreading, and shredding, and skittering and scattering.
And go ahead, load up your truck with our chocolate chips,
I know your addicted trolls, but now we have zero!