Bite the Bullet - Take Control

    Under the culvert there lurks a troll

        mumbling a mantra: 'bite the bullet - take control'

    All that pass this way take care - Beware!:

        'to cross here is not a dare -


    Dawdle not nor blithely stroll' -

        for troll below will sell your hair -

            and steal your soul


    Asleep at dark - troll fits and rants

        a deep unpleasant rhythmic chant:

            'bite the bullet - take control'

            'bite the bullet - take control'

                til morning breaks and light decants