Еще раз спасибо Ши за помощь с ашипками и вообще за все!
A sly old troll (his name was Sol)
Lived in the Royal Albert Hall.
He wore a mantle which he once stole
And mischief was his only goal.
He sang his obscene songs at night
And made his water by moonlight;
He never washed his dirty skin
And threw picked bones at the Queen.
She was quite fed up with this troll
And called the famous hunter Cole.
“Bang!” – said the hunter’s lovely gun.
The troll fell down, he couldn’t run.
The end was quick and very sad:
For now this troll is very dead.