The Ballad of Flemmingrad
Kate Anderson, Elyssa Lynne Samsel
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 it's nostril a fistful of grass
We shape his likeness, bless his soul
Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll
