Troll seated alone on its center of the stone
and munched and mumbled an old bone knot; 
For the many a year had rosicchiato it close,
since the meat was hard to obtain. 
Near fact!  Near rubber! 
In a cavern in hills it has lived alone
and the meat was hard to obtain. 

On Tom with its great loadings of the system has come over. 
Saying he to Troll:  "it prays, than what it is yon?
For it it is similar the shin or ' mine nuncle Tim,
would have to be the a-lyin ' in graveyard. 
Caveyard!  Paveyard! 
These many a Tim year have been gone
and have thought that it was lyin ' in graveyard."

"mine lad," it has said Troll,
"this stole of bone I. 
But that what is boneses
that are found in a hole? 
The nuncle of Thy it was out of order
as cable of the lump or ',
before I have found its shinbone. 
Tinbone!  Thinbone! 
It can save an old part for troll a difficult one,
since it does not have need of its shinbone." 

Said Tom:  "I do not see why the permission of axin of similar or ' the thee without '
would have to go makin ' free with the tibia or relationships father of the shin or ' of mine;
Therefore the old bone passes over! 
Wanderer!  Trover! 
Out of order Benchè is, belongs to He; 
Therefore the old bone passes over!" 

"for the hinges of the braces or '," Troll says
and the grins, "I will eat the thee also and rosicchio the shins thy.
The fresh meat of the tip or '
will go the cake down! 
Hour I will try my teeth on the thee.  
Hee hour!  Hour sees! 
They are boneses and old skins rosicchiamento of or tired '; 
I have one mind hour pranzare on the thee." 

But hardly while it has thought its lunch has been interfered,
he has found its hands has had tightened of naught.
Before that it could be taken care of, Tom sli behind
and has given the loading to it of the system larn he.
It perceives!  Darn he! 
A collision or ' the loading of the system on the center, thought of Tom,
would be the sense to larn he. 

But of the stone it is harder the meat and the boneses
of a troll that one is based alone in hills. 
Also rules your loading of the system to the root of the mountain,
since the center of a troll does not think it. 
Sbucci it!  Guar! 
Old Troll has laughed, when it has felt the gemito one of Tom
and has known that its tips could think them. 

The piedino of the Tom it is game, since domestic servant has come
and its foot bootless is lasting the lamè; 
But Troll is not taken care and is still here
with the bone that has disossato from it is owner.
Doner!  Boner! 
The old center of the Troll is still the same one
and the bone that has disossato from it is owner!