The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version)
There once was a troll held in highest esteemFor his manner was kind and his fungus did gleamThe ballad of old FlemmingradBeloved by each troll girl and every troll lad
They gifted him berries and moss cake and stewHe gobbled with zeal as he zealously grewTo such a large old FlemmingradHe always got full and for that, he was glad
They loved to watch him roll, roll, rollWith laughter, he would roll, roll, roll
Then one winter's day humans crept up so fastThe trolls had to roll through a tight mountain passBut dear old giant FlemmingradHe tried to go through, but got stuck just a tad
The people were frightened and pulled out a swordSo, Flemmy, he blended right into the fjordThe ballad of old FlemmingradHe never got out, and for that we are sadWedged but not forgotten
For Flemmy couldn't roll, roll, rollOh, Flemmy, won't you roll, roll, rollAnd that's why we have this tradition
Every December we all gather roundTo pay our respects to a troll so renownedIn remembrance of the friend we hadA jolly old soul we called Flemmingrad
We all dig deep downAnd we uproot the pastWe shove up its nostril a fistful of grassIn resemblance of the dear old lad, we forge the mould of FlemmingradWe shape his likeness, bless his soulOh, Flemmy the fungus troll