As a Troll's woes go; Mogo's woes rose
Above those of his brother's and his other foes
They devoured a goat, but of flowers he wrote
They cursed and belched, Mogo just knelt

He prayed to Pan that if ever he can
He'd fix his woes and give him toes
Then, despite the jeers from his awful peers
Round off his ears for the rest of his years

"Horns gone, please, for they get in the way
And I'm ill at ease when I wear my beret.
And a pair of scissors so I can feel kisses
All practical fixes; I'm no narcissus.

"Like a little boy looks with teeth all straight
For in storybooks there's a better fate.
So if it's fine, oh, Mighty Pan
Please redesign the troll I am."

Pan's heart broke, but he thought a while
Then he spoke with a little smile
He gave his knee a little tap
And little Mogo jumped to his lap

"How you look isn't who you are
For I see the boy within, from afar
Let me begin to tell you with pride
It’s the person within, not just outside

Your horns I will never rescind
For they keep your hat on in the wind
Be proud of your well-rounded hooves
For toes are split by confounded grooves

Your hair is a coat for all weathers
It was either that or feathers!
Your teeth protrude with shameless pride
It would be rude for them to hide

Your fate isn’t in a book
A tired tale of chance and luck
It sits inside your heart of hearts
The place where every wonder starts

And your outlook will never worsen
If you believe you are a person
Not human, or beast, but a special creation
A gift to the world without limitation

"Thank you", the Troll said flushed and proud
"Being me is something allowed.
Never again will I complain of my lot."
And off he ran with a skip and a trot.