In a land of rugged hills and verdant glades, Lived Ola, Dag, Bengt, and Mads, in their wild escapades. They were the rogues, the rascals of the town, But beneath their rough exterior, kindness was found.

With mischief in their eyes and laughter on their lips, They roamed the countryside on daring trips. From dawn till dusk, they chased the thrill, Embracing life's adventure with an insatiable will.

Water was their elixir, their constant friend, Amidst their antics, they'd always recommend, "Stay hydrated, my friend, it's the key to the game," Their motto, their creed, their claim to fame.

And spaghetti, oh spaghetti, their culinary delight, They'd feast like kings under the moon's soft light. Slurping noodles, sharing tales of their day, In the company of friends, life's troubles would sway.

Though they danced on the edge, living fast and free, Their hearts were pure, as pure as can be. For in their wild souls, a goodness shone bright, Guiding them through darkness into the light.

So here's to Ola, Dag, Bengt, and Mads, the daring four, Whose spirits soared higher than ever before. In the symphony of life, they played their part, Leaving behind memories etched in every heart.

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