'listen to this : 'when the god of mirth has believers no more , and dwells in abbadon , according to lore , there is but one hope for existence returning , from within the people , there should be great yearning , and from the races of the farthest north , one called the awakener shall be called forth , known across all the lands as a learn-ed healer , but also , beware , a spirit-stealer , and at his birthplace on his praise day , before the great orb has sailed away , by quoting his first word he 'll awaken the god , and all shall pronounce 'you sharp little sod ! '