“Many many years ago, in a country so pretty.
Lived small friendly people with big magic trolls.
They watered the flowers, praised the sun and the birds.
Because without all of this there would be no future


But at some point in time, and no one really knows when,
It was like all the small people, forgot all of this.
They started building and building, bigger and bigger;
 a city so big it would cover the sun.

But in a place with no sun, no flowers have colors
no birds can sing songs and no trolls they can live.


So the trolls started walking, up into the mountains.
Away from the city, the noise, and the smoke.
And they found a new home, maybe the last of its kind?
Where the sun would still shine on the flowers and birds.


But the trolls missed the friends – so from the mountains, they whistled
A song so the people could find their new home.
The trolls greeted them welcome and gave a friendly reminder:
To water, the flowers, praise the sun and the birds.
Because without all of this there would be no future.”