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| Gryla and Leppalutha |
| In the mountains of Iceland, a far away northerly place Fire and ice comes together at the cold Arctics face. In this faraway country, much too cold for most souls Deep in a cave that is hidden lives a very large family of trolls. A most awesome, fearsome band they were, back in the days of old. But lucky for us in this day and age they aren't so terribly bold. The Mama's called Gryla. She's a sour old lady She used to kidnap children and serve them with gravy. Papa's name is Leppalutha and, oh, how fiercely he'd fight. Even the bravest Viking would hide away from his might. Now that is all changed, they're quite mellow and mild. But their children, thirteen sons or more, are grown and awfully wild. Leaving their home and parents, And walking with stealthy stride. The first comes to town in December 12, Christmas eve brings the last of the tribe. There they cause trouble and mischief They each have their favorite trick To play on the people they visit Then run away, they are so slick. But the troll men love all the children And leave treats or gifts in their shoes. Except for the ones who've been naughty, A potato is their only due. |
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| december 12 |
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