Where Do You Go When You Die? (Tribute To Norway)

From Oslo to Vadsø

I do love Norway

A speck of grass I deem perfect

It's fine and finer than that

And I will live there

Not tight, quite open

When you have all that land

And only 4.9 million citizens

Definately not radical

Not when only a twenty-fifth

Go to the church 

That only one twenty-fifth

Say they don't belong to

Certainly not worried

Being the 2nd richest

And able to afford

$15 a pint

It's quite alright

When practically everyone's white

And there's no hate t'wards the others

It's cool to know

That Vikings fought and died

Many years ago

So they could keep worshipping Odin and Asator

And run freely on a blessed land

For you, maybe not

But snow all year long

Is more than that for me

Where else can you see all four seasons in one picture?

Ok, fine, maybe Iceland

But still

Old Norway came up with faeries and trolls

Even Gandalf and dwarves!

I have no fear of death in an alley

Or a fjord at that

For it has the lowest homicide rate

And the best standards of living

You know that Leif Ericson

Came to the America

Long before Columbus?

Don't worry!

They drive on the right

Their healthcare is free (sort of)

Their education is free (mostly)

And everyone has better spellings of English names

Along with really cool warrior ones

Like Einar, Baldur, Eirik, and Håvard

The language will open you up

Faster than French, my gals

And almost all the guys

Are blonde and blue-eyed

They ski and walk through the forest

As a daily recreation ride

There are bike trails and boat sails

In everyone's back yard

Where do you go when you die?

I have no idea!

But I do have one

I will go to Norway

And bask in the Midnight Sun

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A sheer indulgent fantasy that we all love to crave on the page, on the screen and mostly in our hearts, well penned, a great read.