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Every december we all gather round
To pay our respects to a troll so renoun
And the memories of the friend we had
A jolly old soul we called flemmingrad
We all dig deep down and we up through the past
We shove up peas,nuts,trolls
A feast full of grass
We shape his likeness,bless his soul
Oh flemmy the farm ghost troll
