The Ballad of Flemmingrad - Jonathan Groff

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