Pio will come good again very soon, page-20

I met a funny little troll who tried to get my goat.
One day that funny little troll got a phrase stuck in his throat.

Now every time he opens his mouth, all that he can say,
Is "sorry, you're right, sorry, you're right" day after day after day.

I'm not sure who did this thing, to that funny little troll.
Really don't think about it, except to find it rather droll.

But if I ever meet the guy who took him down a peg.
I'll take him to the nearest pub and offer to buy him a keg.