Once there were 3 Billy zebras. And they decided to cross the bridge to eat the grass over there.
The first Billy zebra crossed the bridge. Clip-clop, clip-clop... Out jumped the troll!
"I'm going to eat you!" said the troll.
"Please don't eat me! There's a bigger one behind me," said the Billy zebra.
"Hmm, okay. You can pass," said the troll as he climbed back under his bridge to await the fatter zebra.
For he was just a jolly little table troll.
Who much preferred being a lion and not a troll.