The Magic Name

In the land of heroes Norse
Runs a wild and fiery horse
furry coat and flowing mane
Rolling eye, she’s not quite tame
though trained to ride - she’s 6 years old
“Want to buy?” “O.K.” “Then sold!”
Perfect tölt, without a bounce,
A horse whose name you can’t pronounce.
Arriving at her foreign home
She seems so small, stays quite alone,
And though her tölt is quite forgot
Neither does she want to trot.
When once she was so proud and wild
her spark is lost, she’s meek and mild
she doesn’t really seem the same
This horse with unpronounceable name
In Iceland’s cold enchanted isle
Where horses always wear a smile
And gallop, trot or tölt all day
It’s ‘cos the folk know how to say
The horses’ names. And that is why
The horse in Iceland seems to fly.
So don’t forget it’s worth the pain
To learn that all important name.
For you will find, though it’s a struggle
That it is worth it, take the trouble
Of saying clearly THOKK-A-DIS
Instead of mumbling Poxy Tees.
Then Iceland’s charm will fill her soul
And Þokkadís will dance and tölt
her tolt and trot will lead to fame
Because you learnt to say her name.

ロモグラファー:

darbo

アップロード日:

2012-09-25

カメラ:

Kiev 60

フィルム:

Fuji Acros 100

国 / 地域:

Sweden

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