The Ballad Of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version) – Jonathan Groff (from “Olaf’s Frozen Adventure” soundtrack)
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There once was a troll held in highest esteem For his manner was kind and his fungus did gleam The ballad of old Flemmingrad Beloved by each troll girl and every troll lad They gifted him berries and moss cake and stew He gobbled with zeal as he zealously grew To such a large old Flemmingrad He always felt full and for that, he was glad
They loved to watch him roll, roll, roll With laughter, he would roll, roll
Then one winter’s day, humans crept up so fast The trolls had to roll through a tight mountain pass But dear old giant Flemmingrad He tried to go through, but got stuck just a tad The people were frightened and pulled out a sword So, Flemmy, he blended right into the fjord The ballad of old Flemmingrad He never got out, and for that we are sad Wedged, but not forgotten
For Flemmy couldn’t roll, roll, roll Oh, Flemmy, won’t you roll, roll?
And that’s why we have this tradition
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 In remembrance of the dear old lad We forged a mold of Flemmingrad We shape his likeness, bless his soul Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll