This message is from: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To Janne from her Secret Santa:
To Janne who lives in a town named by Scots And lives among Norskies who don't enjoy lox Instead they revel at cod soaked in lye Which I, as a Norskie, never could try My name, these days, is as Greek as can be And our business is done by pulling fish from the sea Just as my ancestors from Vardo had done For, at least, a millennium No fjordings up there, Not even trees, so I hear A place where carrots and roots are tropical fruits Where I live now though Is the best place on earth And provides fjords and schnauzers a luxurious berth We all have wet feet but the secret's the summer When living anywhere else is a bit of a bummer This rhyming is hard and I'm not a bard So I'm sending your gift of style and color With photos of equines from cover to cover Bays, blues, reds and roans are only some But the best, of course, are those that are dun. Horses that only Norway could make In order to compensate for their terrible mistake By making a national dish that no one will try Because Norskies take cod and soak it in lye.
