The Ballad of Flemmingrad

Every December we all gather 'round

To pay our respects to a troll so renowned

In remembrance of the friend we had

A jolly old soul we called Flemmingrad

We all dig deep down and we uproot the past

We shove up its nostrils a fist full of grass

We shape his likeness, bless his soul

Oh, Flemmy the Fungus Troll