The Troll King's Gear

(ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohh) (ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohh) [Verse 1] In shadowed glen where moonlight beams, A cunning fox pursued his dreams. Through forests dark and valleys wide, To steal the troll king's cherished pride. [Verse 2] The troll king's lair, vast and cold, With treasures grand and tales untold. But none so prized as what he wore, Beneath the throne, the fox would score. [Chorus] Oh, the tales they shall tell, far and near, Of the fox who stole the troll king's gear. By firelight, the legend grows, Of cunning wit and fearless shows. [Verse 3] With breath held tight, the fox crept in, Past guards of stone, past troll king's din. He grasped the cloth with nimble hand, And fled into the moonlit land. [Chorus] Oh, the tales they shall tell, far and near, Of the fox who stole the troll king's gear. By firelight, the legend grows, Of cunning wit and fearless shows. [Bridge] In taverns loud, the story's told, Of fox’s deed, so brave and bold. A bard’s delight, a hero’s song, Of how the fox did prove them wrong. [Verse 4] The troll king woke in fury great, But found his cloth, it was too late. The fox had won, the tale was told, Across the land, his legend bold. [Chorus] Oh, the tales they shall tell, far and near, Of the fox who stole the troll king's gear. By firelight, the legend grows, Of cunning wit and fearless shows. [interlude] (ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohh) (ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohh) [Outro] So raise a glass to cunning fox, To bravery and clever knocks. A story sung through nights and days, Of fox who dared in moon’s soft rays. [END]