THE FREMONT TROLL
lyrics copyright by Jana C. Hollingsworth
Tune: "My Grandfather's Clock" (slightly modified)
When you take a drive down Highway 99,
Beware when you come to the bridge.
Somewhere between Lake Union and the brine,
Somewhere beyond Phinney Ridge--
Beware! Beware! The Fremont Troll!
Underneath Aurora North you'll find his trollish hole.
He keeps an eye on traffic better than the State Patrol.
The Fre Mont Troll.
Peugeots, he reports, taste singularly fine,
And Volkswagon bugs make his day.
On Honda Accords he'll regularly dine,
And sometimes a rare Chevrolet.
Beware! Beware! The Fremont Troll!
Every auto moving he regards as rightful toll.
No race or nationality escapes his breakfast bowl.
The Fre Mont Troll.
Do not be too harsh upon a simple soul
Who noshes on Hyundai and Saab.
He's doing his part our traffic to control,
And doing a wonderful job.
Three cheers! Three cheers! The Fremont Troll!
The city of Seattle should commend him on the whole.
Eliminating gridlock is his amiable goal.
The Fre Mont Troll.
The Fre (clap clap) Mont (clap clap) Troll. (clap - clap)