I'm Underfoot I'm underfoot, the least of trolls, No bigger than a bug, I socialize with mice and moles, My neighbor is a slug. I lounge on toadstools, lurk in mud, I'm predisposed to bite, I'm very fierce, my bit of blood Is liquid anthracite. I'm Underfoot, immensely strong, Despite my tiny size, My yellow mane is dense and long, I have enormous eyes. You can't believe a word I say, I'm treacherous and sly, I watch my woods both night and day, And spring on passers-by. I'm apt to nibble on their toes Then, inches at a time, To shinny up beneath their clothes, And tickle as I climb. Perhaps they'll even shed a tear When I tug on their hair, Be certain that I'm ever near, I'm Underfoot . . . beware!
I'm Underfoot, immensely strong, Despite my tiny size, My yellow mane is dense and long, I have enormous eyes. You can't believe a word I say, I'm treacherous and sly, I watch my woods both night and day, And spring on passers-by.
