Ever wonder why those big thunderstorms seem to come in on the weekends……
“Saturday Night Up In Asgard”
We were wandering about in the fjords
Our longship was up on the sand
When we heard a mighty rumble
That shook both the sea and the land
We fled to the nearest township
Taking refuge within the mead hall
We prayed to the whole Norse pantheon
As we waited for mountains to fall
Was great Thor a-hitting with Mjölnir?
Who was getting that beating, if so?
What in all of the creatures of legend
Could shake all of Midguard below??
As we shuddered below the tables
We heard a gruff snort from nearby
Where a toothless old crone set to laughing
While she pointed up to the sky
“Oh it’s Saturday night up in Asgard
And round here we know what that means,
For when Thor spent time down among us
….he discovered wieners and beans.”
We had just looked up in amazement
At this old one’s frightening tale
When the whole hall nearly blew sideways
From the force of a hideous gale.
What a sound accompanied that fury
‘Twas a noise no mortal ought hear
And the scent that brutally followed it
Was clearly of baked beans and beer.
Oh it’s Saturday night up in Asgard
And round here we know what that means,
For when Thor spent time down among us
….he discovered weiners and beans.
Now they do not serve beans up in Asgard
For reasons e’en mortals discern
But one night a week up in Asguard
The thundering god has his turn.
We stuck out the night in the longhouse
We drank till we heard it no more
“God of Thunder” now had a new meaning
…and we all started worshiping Thor!
For when it’s Saturday night up in Asgard
Around here we know what that means,
For when Thor spent time down among us
….he discovered wieners and beans.