The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version) Jonathan Groff

[KRISTOFF]
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 the 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

[KRISTOFF, spoken]
Wedged, but not forgotten

[KRISTOFF]
For Flemmy couldn't roll, roll, roll
Oh Flemmy, won't you roll, roll?