| The Ballad of Flemmingrad |
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| 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 nostril a fistful of grass |
| We shape his likeness, bless his soul |
| Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll |
