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The Saga of the Viking Kitten
- Once upon a time
- There was a Viking cat
- Who slept up on the cupboard
- And dealt with all the rats
- She was cute and cuddly
- And could purr up quite a storm
- But when the little mousies came
- She jumped down and did them harm
- When Lars and Sven, and Ingovarr
- Were planning their next raid
- They went aboard their DragonShips
- And a discovery was made.
- All the stores of ludivisk
- And meads of lingon-berry
- Had been gobbled up rodents
- Some large and fat, and hairy!
- The Viking kitten hearing this,
- Swore to the Valkryies up above
- She would go upon the dragonships
- And battle all Ro-den-tia
- She packed her favorite yarn-ball
- And her favorite cat-nip sloth
- She picked up her tiny sword and shield
- And the Viking-Kitty was off
Chorus
“All Hail, the Viking Kitten,
Too dangerous to be ignored
See her out on the battlefield,
Slaying all with shield and sword
Brave North-land little Kitty
No stranger to Foreign Shores
When you go a-viking
You want this Cat Aboard!”
- The seagull’s cried, the foam flew past
- And the waves they raged and tossed
- Our kitten killed off all the Sea Rats
- Down below, and up aloft
- When the dragon-ships hit Normandy
- And the Vikings hit the shore-banks
- The Foemen were bewildered
- To see a Kitten in the battle-ranks!
- All those Snobby French Poodles,
- Well, she made short work of them
- And the English host, became a scratching post
- To our buzz-saw little whirlwind
CHORUS
- In Ireland, chewing on her catnip sloth
- Our Kitten went beserker!
- With the foam-flecks coming from her little mouth
- No weapon there could hurt her
- Those Irish Wolfhounds, with teeth so large
- All the great hounds ran and flee’d
- They ran like hell when our kitten charged.
- And then one became her steed!
- Our Viking kitty was now was cavalry
- As she led a heroic attack!
- Laden with now, with lots of treasure,
- Our ships came sailing back
CHORUS
- Skalds do sing, and warriors regale
- Of two pounds of Feline Fury
- And If you prevail, they’ll recite the Tail
- Of our Kitten so brave and furry
- So now she’s sleeps upon the window sills
- And sunlight melts her bones
- And the king is proud to have her with him
- Curled up there on the throne
- When you come to visit the Great Hall,
- Drink some mead and take off your hat!
- Hold off on being loud until the evening…
- We’re trying not to wake the Cat!
Written for HRM Kolfinna, on the Occasion of the Festival of Rose and her Natal day, 2009.
- THL Thomas Whitehart (aka True)