The Hill Troll IV (continued)

Pokey filled a huge sack right up to the brim,
then returned to his hovel when the sun had grown dim.
He had mushrooms for tea that dark stormy night,
he would have mushrooms for breakfast when it came early light.

But in the morning the troll never woke,
poisoned by the mushrooms the troll had never thought.

Whilst in the woods the girl in the cloak,
picked mushrooms solemnly throughout that strange day,
for she knew the troll would not come and say,
"These are my mushrooms pick toadstools instead"

Because those were her mushrooms,
her gift from the dead.