I wear my elbows in my pockets,
my toes in my eye sockets,
and my fingers up my nose
My eyes are on my chest,
my hair is on my flesh,
that‘s just how it goes.
* * * * * *
I have Glee clubbers for dinner,
Cheerios for breakfast,
and for lunch I have some soap.
My nose and my eyes,
and my pretty little thighs,
they‘re surrounded by rope.
Lag og texti: Márus Björgvin Gunnarsson, 27.9.2010
I´m walking down the street
in the hot summer sun
finding something to eat
that’s so fun.
—
I met a cat
he was wearing a hat
he scratched my face
and tied my shoelace
—
I went to a feast
to see a large beast
and when I was done
I went and had fun
(Skólaverkefni vor 2010)
Skothelt vesti, skotheld brók,
skotheldar buxur, skotheld peysa,
pabbi minn núna skuldar mér kók.
Ég fór að hitta Óla,
hann á sko marga kjóla.
Við hittum hann oftast á fyrsta degi jóla,
eftir jól fer hann í líkamsrækt að hjóla.
Þetta var ljóðið um hann Óla.
