Thursday, March 15, 2007

"Heinasirkka, heinasirkka . . . "




In honor of St. Urho's Day, which is Friday, I'd like to send you all a card.


I've had St. Urho in mind this spring, since our weather is so far proving ideal for the propagation of locusts. I hate the little buggers flying about and eating every leaf in sight, and will do my best to abolish them, perhaps by repeating St. Urho's immortal words, ""Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen!" ("Grasshopper, grasshopper, go from hence to Hell!")

For those of you unacquainted with the life and miracles of St. Urho, please refer to the following ballad (written by Richard Mattson and Gene McCavic, probably in a tavern in Virginia, Minnesota).

It should be noted that the ballad is written in the dialect of my boyhood. When you picture me as a child, assuming you ever do, you should imagine me talking very much like this.



Ooksi kooksi coolama vee

Santia Urho is ta poy for me!

He sase out ta hoppers as pig as pirds. '

Neffer peefor haff I hurd tose words!

He reely tolt tose pugs of kreen

Braffest Finn I effer seen'

Some celebrate for St. Pat unt hiss nakes

Putt Urho poyka kot what it takes.


He kot tall and trong from feelia sour

Unt ate kala moyakka effery hour.

Tat's why tat kuy could sase toes peetles

What krew as thick as chack bine neetles.

So let's give a cheer in hower pest vay

On Sixteenth of March, St. Urho's Tay.

3 Comments:

Blogger HaloJonesFan said...

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11:22 PM  
Blogger Foxessa said...

Duluth was really different from the Red River Valley, what with that there great big ol lake and all those trees and hills ....

Love, C.

1:28 PM  
Blogger dubjay said...

Shooter femme be lucky at blackhole.

http://www.onemorelevel.com/games.php?game=399


It's lucky there's no gambling associated this one, because I think I just wiped out the Pleiades.

3:41 PM  

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