#52

Commissioned by the Municipality of Mørke.

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"This is the story of Sigurd the troll
A brave little troll with a helpful soul
It’s not the first nor last time this story’s told
‘Cause the story is new, yet the meaning is old

He sat in the grass and he heard the grass grow
He felt the sun glow on his fur, the wind blow
But then swift came a bird, and it sat on his toe
It sparkled like sparrow and spoke like crow

The bird looked at Sigurd, Sigurd looked at the bird
Then the bird said to Sigurd 'Please help, have you heard?
There's a weird animal by the hill, scaring all the small birds
It's red, smells like a turd, and makes so much noise it hurts'

Then they walked to the hill, where they hid by a boulder 
Or the bird didn't really walk it, just sat on Sigurd's shoulder
And from the shoulder and boulder they saw a weird thing
It was red, with four legs, and ran round in a ring

First Sigurd yelled 'Hey you! Please don't be so loud'
But it kept running round in a big smelly cloud
Then the bird said 'Throw a rock Sigurd, make it wake up'
The rock hit it in its eye but it still wouldn't stop

Then Sigurd walked out and he told it to break
But the thing couldn't see him, and ran right into his leg
Now Sigurd and the bird saw the animal wasn’t awake
Its skin was cold, its belly hard, its smiling eyes were fake

So Sigurd sat on the thing and took a good hold
The bird said 'Thanks Sigurd!' and down the hill he rolled
Again and again till the day he grew old
And that is the story of Sigurd the troll".

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