Over the waves from Geatland came
A mighty band and brave, Warriors bold who took their aim The Danish state to save. Grendel, the demon-foe of Danes, Was soon to be outmatched; Soon was the outcast kin of Cain's To wish he ne'er had hatched. Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow, Who here a hero stands, Laid sword aside and kept his vow To fight with but his hands. With but his hands he dealt a death Unto the hellish beast Who sacrificed both limb and breath, And now who lies deceased. For Hrothgar, son of Halfdane, king, Giver of rings and torques, I sing in Heorot; so I sing Where now no evil lurks. The Lord, Almighty God himself, On the side of Halfdane's son, Sent Beowulf to slay the elf; And so God's will was done. #
An expert in mycology,
Of Norsian biology, And fjordian psychology, A troll, I troll the livelong day. I troll the livelong day away. Mushrooms for dinner, breakfast, and lunch: My comrades call me Edvard Munch. In lyric peaces I live in league With Jean Sibelius and Edvard Grieg. #
It's super delicious
Sleighride art That puts you in the sleigh: The musicalicious Schlittenfahrt Is coming to take me away! **-**! Ha-ha! **-**! He-he! It's coming to take me away!
The Candy Cane Tree
Has peppermint bark. It grows in the snow And glows in the dark. It drips chocolate sap; Its flesh is white cream. **-holy-night-**! It's a tree-hugger's dream!
Sugar plum visions of fairies like snowflakes, with candy cane
cabins and cookies in bed, Ballet à la Balanchine (red ***** and blue *****) and tickle my fancy and gingerbread head.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light: Ring out the news tonight's the night Santa and reindeer tiny fly. Ring out, wild bells, for Yuletides gone; Ring out, wild bells, for Christmas Eve; I wear my Christmas on my sleeve; Ring out, wild bells, and jingle on.
My eleventh toe is green.
I take it out at Christmas, Hold it above my head, And ask around for kisses.