Way back in the seventies when we were still pre-teens,
We all loved reading comic books and kiddie magazines,
And on the pages near the back the small ads could be found,
Fake moustaches, X-Ray Spex and smoke bombs would abound,
There'd be buckets of toy soldiers but strangest thing by far,
Were packs of special seeds to grow Norwegians in a Jar.
I sent away a money order with an S.A.E,
Within two weeks (as promised) they had been sent back to me,
I washed and dried a pickle jar and filled it up with brine,
I put the seeds in carefully about ten at a time,
I sprinkled powdered Fårikål on top for them to eat,
And within a day or two they'd started sprouting feet.
They were the most amazing creatures I had ever seen,
And as I watched them grow it was the happiest I'd been,
But my father thought them creepy and on one unhappy day,
I found him by the toilet trying to flush them all away,
I grabbed the jar and tried to save as many as I could,
But the Nygårds, Ruuds and Kristensens were all now lost for good.
When their legs had fully formed their tails broke away,
I'd let them out inside my room where they could run and play,
But they were so inquisitive and wanted to explore,
They couldn't understand that danger lay beyond the door,
The cat caught Silje Pedersen, I found her by the shed,
I sorrowfully buried her in Mother's flower bed.
I built a Hytte out in the woods where they could safely live,
I felt their freedom was the greatest gift that I could give,
But I wasn't ready yet to bid them all good-bye,
I visited each evening watching from a hide nearby,
And as the sun went down they'd sing Joik gathered by the fire,
A sound more beautiful than that of any Angels' Choir.
When they were full grown I knew they wouldn't stay too long,
One day the call of the Fjord would simply be too strong,
So when they left I shed a tear but it's just Nature's way,
Although some times I feel that they're still with me to this day,
As when the North Wind blows I hear their singing from afar,
Yes, they were my Norwegians and I grew them in a Jar.
We all loved reading comic books and kiddie magazines,
And on the pages near the back the small ads could be found,
Fake moustaches, X-Ray Spex and smoke bombs would abound,
There'd be buckets of toy soldiers but strangest thing by far,
Were packs of special seeds to grow Norwegians in a Jar.
I sent away a money order with an S.A.E,
Within two weeks (as promised) they had been sent back to me,
I washed and dried a pickle jar and filled it up with brine,
I put the seeds in carefully about ten at a time,
I sprinkled powdered Fårikål on top for them to eat,
And within a day or two they'd started sprouting feet.
They were the most amazing creatures I had ever seen,
And as I watched them grow it was the happiest I'd been,
But my father thought them creepy and on one unhappy day,
I found him by the toilet trying to flush them all away,
I grabbed the jar and tried to save as many as I could,
But the Nygårds, Ruuds and Kristensens were all now lost for good.
When their legs had fully formed their tails broke away,
I'd let them out inside my room where they could run and play,
But they were so inquisitive and wanted to explore,
They couldn't understand that danger lay beyond the door,
The cat caught Silje Pedersen, I found her by the shed,
I sorrowfully buried her in Mother's flower bed.
I built a Hytte out in the woods where they could safely live,
I felt their freedom was the greatest gift that I could give,
But I wasn't ready yet to bid them all good-bye,
I visited each evening watching from a hide nearby,
And as the sun went down they'd sing Joik gathered by the fire,
A sound more beautiful than that of any Angels' Choir.
When they were full grown I knew they wouldn't stay too long,
One day the call of the Fjord would simply be too strong,
So when they left I shed a tear but it's just Nature's way,
Although some times I feel that they're still with me to this day,
As when the North Wind blows I hear their singing from afar,
Yes, they were my Norwegians and I grew them in a Jar.
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