And roll around softened sand,
Built atop each other,
Until they finally make,
The rock troll.
They manifest to tend and care,
For the giants may make the world,
But it is the trolls who nurture the nature.
The rock troll is often found at beaches,
Or upon rugged moors and tors.
Various accounts tell of the trolls,
Dating back to before the doomsday book,
Where the creatures were often mistaken,
For tombs of ancient kings.
When they moved,
It frightened the people,
Believing the dead kings had risen,
Only to finally realise the trolls,
Were simply moving towards a patch of grass,
Needing to be flattened and watered.
There is one such tale of a rock troll,
Aiding 19th century engineers,
Who were looking to rebuild a bridge in London.
The troll helped to smash and cut,
Drag out from Haytor,
And carried the stone for the builders.
It was stricken from the records,
That such help was received,
For who would believe?