Beneath the boards where footsteps tread,
A grumpy troll lifts up his head.
No river runs, no waters glide,
Yet still he guards what lies inside.
Before you cross, take one small peek
The secret’s close, no need to sneak.
At the first step, so low and small,
You just might spot the hidden haul.
And if you glimpse him on patrol…
Whatever you do... don’t feed the troll!