The Ballad of Flemmingrad [Traditional Version] [Hebrew translation]

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 got full and for that, he was glad

They loved to watch him roll, roll, roll

With laughter, he would roll, 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, 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 nostril a fistful of grass

In resemblance of the dear old lad, we forge the mould of Flemmingrad

We shape his likeness, bless his soul

Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll

• Artist:Olaf's Frozen Adventure (OST)
• Album:Olaf's Frozen Adventure