Yes, today (27Sep05 NZST) is the Kiwi's birthday...
I understand it is a New Zealand custom that after the birthday cake is lit, the happy birthday song is sung (loudly and often out of tune), the birthday bloke then receives a clap for each year they have been alive and then one for good luck.- So, let me be the first to give you the birthday clap for good luck!
Forget about the past, you can't change it.
Forget about the future, you can't predict it.
Forget about the present, I didn't get you one.
But seriously XanthosNZ, have be beaut mate!
Originally posted by Nordlysdakk, dakk, dakk,
Hurra for deg som fyller ditt år!
Ja, deg vil vi gratulere!
Alle i ring omkring deg vi står,
og se, nå vil vi marsjere,
bukke, nikke, neie, snu oss omkring,
danse så for deg med hopp og sprett og spring,
ønske deg av hjertet alle gode ting
og si meg så, hva vil du mere? Gratulere!
vaer sa god,
vaaeeer sa, vaaeeer sa,
vaeeer sa god.
dakk.
D
Originally posted by xsHere's wishing you the clap for your birthday !
Yes, today (27Sep05 NZST) is the Kiwi's birthday...
I understand it is a New Zealand custom that after the birthday cake is lit, the happy birthday song is sung (loudly and often out of tune), the birthday bloke then receives a clap for each year they have been alive and then one for good luck.- So, let me be the first to give you the birthday clap for good l ...[text shortened]... et about the present, I didn't get you one.[/i]
But seriously XanthosNZ, have be beaut mate!
Originally posted by Ragnoraklol. Do you mean "takk" by any chance? Or do you wish Xanthos lots of ducks? And if you can't find the umlauts, you should write "aa" for "å" ("ae" for "æ" is okay). Anyway, what about an Irish birthday song?
dakk, dakk, dakk,
vaer sa god,
vaaeeer sa, vaaeeer sa,
vaeeer sa god.
dakk.
D
Happy Birthday Xanthos, I have composed a piece in your honour:
Since moving to Sacremento, he ha dalways felt there was something he was running away from. SOmedays it was his family, some days his conscience, but always he'd felt the urge to keep on moving. Sacremento was 6 months ago and since then there'd been Illinois, Minniapolis and now, here, between the big-baby-seal-eye headlights of the red Auldsmobile convertible; Washington.
Xanthos dear Xanthos, old fat furry catpuss,
wake up and look at these things that I bring.
Wake up be bright, be sarcastic and trite
Xanthos oh hear what I sing
Reach higher my little man, reach higher!
Stars, like children's bright sparkling eyes, eventually stop shining. But somehow, we can still see them years afterwards, shimmering in the darkness.
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