Riding on my bicycle,
I saw a motorcrash,
A proper motorcrash,
And lots of spectators,
I rushed to the centre
Saw the injured parents,
Cuts on the children,
An awful motorcrash.
Took the mother,
Sneaked with her secretly
All the way to my home,
And nursed her gently
Put on her bandages,gave her
Milk and biscuits,
She sighed pleasantly after this
Awful motorcrash.
Einar
That girl on that bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes
in the neighbourhood, she looked quite innocent.
Bj?rk
Then we disguised ourselves,
Took a taxi to her home,
When her husband opened the door
She introduced herself, he said
`Where have you been all this time?`