Kristoff:
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 call Flemmingrad
Olaf:
"Tempo!"
Kristoff:
We all dog deep down
And we uproot the past
We shove up it's nostrils
A fistful of grass
Elsa:
"Nostrils?"
Kristoff:
We shape his likeness
Bless his soul
Anna:
"Whoa gross"
Kristoff:
Oh Flemmingrad
The
Fungus
Troll.....