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| Grind, Magic Millstone, Grind [Of Fenia and Menia] Grind, magic millstone, grind. King Frodi was so kind. He bade us turn the wheel for peace, He bade us turn out happiness, He bade us turn the wheel for gold, He bade us turn until we're old. Grind, magic millstone, grind. King Frodi turned unkind. He, in greed, gave us no rest, He, in greed, denied our best, He, in greed, became so bold, He, in greed, turned mighty cold. Grind, magic millstone, grind. Turn loose these weights that bind. We churn no more this tainted gold, We churn no more his greed to hold, We churn instead an army host, We churn instead our justice most. Grind, magic millstone, grind. |
| King Frodi There once was a king named Frodi, Who turned out to be quite a toady. He used to be kind, Until he changed his mind, And that was the end of King Frodi. |
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