Early each day at the MudCat Cafe
The little old poster he comes.
In his own special way to the people he calls,
"Come, buy my bags, fall you crumbs.
Come feed the trolls, show them you care
And you'll be sorry you do.
Their egos are hungry,
Their lives are so bare;
All it takes is time taken from you."
Feed the trolls, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the trolls," that's what he cries,
All through the web, his posts fill the wires.
All around the world, the lists and the forums
are spammed as he sells his wares.
Although you can't see them, you know trolls are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.
Still his words, repeat though they're few,
Listen, listen, he's calling to you:
"Feed the trolls, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."