Looking out my castle window and what do I see,
bright green vines growing up a tree.
Vines are now climbing up my screens,
they form a web to protect me.
From the Troll that lurks outside,
He lives under a bridge is where he does resides.
was forbidden to enter the castle once again,
He did not keep his word so he lost his princess friend,
looking out her window where all vines collide,
Collide into each other so they will hide,
the princess's magic castle where you will find.
Find all sorts of magic books that she has written,
Troll wants to be in one, for he is smitten.
Yes, troll you will know,
that soon it will be sold,
the Story of how the vines did grow,
to keep you out with your toe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem