📜 Don't Feed the Troll 🧌 [Intro] 🏚️ It smells of mold, old cabbage, and endless pain, 🥬🌩️ In this damp basement, nothing is sane. 🚪🕷️ The floorboards creak, the odor stings— 💨🕸️ Then suddenly, the doorbell rings. 🔔✨ [Verse 1] 🧌 The bridge-troll shuffles over, halting his chore, 🧹🐾 And stares at the strange pair right at the door: 😮🏛️ There’s the Muse in a toga, looking radiant and grand, 🏺✨ Guiding an old blind writer with a scroll in his hand. 📜🦯 "Good day," she smiles brightly, "we’re looking for lore, ☀️📖 To write down fine tales of great heroes and war." ⚔️🛡️ The troll spits out sideways, and groans from the chest: 💦😮💨 "Ain't nobody here goin' out on a quest." 🛑🚫 [Pre-Chorus] 🐍 And out from the kitchen, a sharp hiss resounds, 🍳⚡ Medusa's command through the cellar rebounds: 🗣️💥 [Chorus] 🍲 "Don't feed the troll 🧌🚫 Until he stirs the bowl!" 🍲🥄 Seven sad souls and one stone-cold boss, 🪨👑 Nobody eats till the cabbage is sauce! 🥬🥣 [Verse 2] 👁️ They follow a hissing and step into the gloom, 🐍🕯️ To Medusa, who's glaring across the whole room, 😠👁️🗨️ A rotting green cabbage tucked under her arm, 🥬🤢 Her snakes spitting sparks, though those snakes mean no harm. 🐍✨ Seven sad souls dodge her stony stare, 🗿👥 But the blind poet meets it without a care. 🕶️📜 [Verse 3] 🎭 “Meet my seven,” she snaps, as her serpent locks spread: 🐍💥 The Pied Piper blows blues with a mouth full of bread! 🪈🍞 Sisyphus sulks in the corner, resigned: 🪨😮💨 “Cabbages, boulders, it’s all the same grind.” 🥬🔄 Rumpelstiltskin stamps hard on the floor: 🦶🧵 “Gold thread in stew? I won’t cook any more!” 🪙🍲 The ghost of a ship sighs, “No salt? Woe is me! ⚓⛵ I’m homesick for storms and the swell of the sea.” 🌊⛈️ [Pre-Chorus] 🥄 She cuts off the whining with one fierce decree, 🛑🗯️ Swings her ladle at the troll: “Nothing’s for free!” 🥄💥 [Chorus] 🍲 "Don't feed the troll 🧌🚫 Until he stirs the bowl!" 🍲🥄 Seven sad souls and one stone-cold boss, 🪨👑 Nobody eats till the cabbage is sauce! 🥬🥣 [Verse 4] 📜 The crew hangs on Homer’s every word, 👂📖 Of Cyclops and Sirens, each wilder, absurd. 👁️🧜♀️ He spins them long yarns of the storm-tossed sea, ⛵🧶 While the Muse winks at Medusa: “Let’s break free!” 😉🏃♀️ They sneak out the back, leave the losers behind, 🚪💨 To a Halloween bash where the people are kind. 🎃🎉 Without his Muse, Homer loses the thread: 🤷♂️🌀 “Was it Oedipus? Call him Polylingual instead!” ❓📝 [Bridge] 🎃🎺 Up on the street, through the fog and the glow, 🌫️🚨 Where ghouls and goblins put on their show, 🧟♂️🎭 Medusa strolls in with her apron and snakes, 👩🍳🐍 The Muse, in her toga, a red cup she takes. 🏺🥤 “Such authentic costumes!” the guests all shout, 🎭👏 As the stinking green cabbage gets passed all about. 🥬🍻 [Final Chorus] 🎉🧌 “Don’t feed the troll 🧌🚫 Until he stirs the bowl!” 🍲🥄 He’s home with Homer, and nobody’s fed, 🏚️❌ While Medusa and Muse paint the town red! 💃💃🎶 [Outro] 🕯️🎧🔊 Down in the dark, where the damp waters ooze, 💧🕸️ Homer clears his throat: “Sing to me, Muse, 🗣️📖 Of the man… of the man who… who…? ❓📜 Muse? … Muse? … Muse…?” ❓👀🌌
