In fairy tales the witch is always seen in a bad light
And needs a little beating from a prince or noble knight.
She's ugly and she cackles and vacations on her broom
And doesn't smell of anything resembling perfume.
Her dietary preferences include the eye of newt
And children if they're pudgy and not terribly astute.
Her skin is green, her hands are claws; she always has a wart.
Her nose is rather beaky and decidedly athwart.
But Women's Lib has taken care of witches until they
Are nothing more than wiccans on a New Age holiday.
They cast no spells but offer up a cup of herbal tea
And hang up bits of crystal on the nearest cypress tree.
They're beautiful and gentle and in tune with nature's ways,
Although their armpits have more hair than Rutherford B. Hayes.
I think it's time the men got started on this kinda roll,
Rehabilitating the maligned Norwegian troll.
He's just a shaggy fellow who could use some thoughtful care
And instruction in the use of common underwear.
He loves the little animals of forest, field and stream
And hardly ever eats them when provided with ice cream.
Athletic yet so modest that his silent club he wields
On the heads of travelers, not on the baseball fields.
Underneath a bridge is just a place he would despise;
He prefers a view with mountain air and clear blue skies.
His carbon footprint is so small it cannot be detected.
He likes to keep his human friends completely disconnected.
Trolls are truly noble and a sturdy work of nature –
How I wish we had one in our local legislature!
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