The Boxtrolls Song Mark Orton (Ft. Loch Lomond)

Ten years ago a plot was hatched
Where evil was with cunning matched
Whoever left their doors unlatched
Would find their infant children snatched
By boxtrolls
Ooh, no, boxtrolls!

Trubshaw Senior loved his kid
The same as regular fathers did
If you don’t want to share his plight
Make sure that you are locked up tight
From boxtrolls

For this night baby’s dad Trubshaw
Quite forgot to lock the door
And as soon as he began to snore
The boxtrolls came in to withdraw
Poor baby! Those vile boxtrolls!

So lock your windows, bolt your doors
Or boxtrolls with their creepy claws
Will take your children in their paws
And drag them down to feed their jaws
Boxtrolls!

Mr. Trubshaw went quite wild
When he found out he’d lost his child
He did what any dad would do
He ran off swiftly to pursue
Those boxtrolls!