Klingon Bells ... Part 1

Klingon Bells, Klingon Bells, Kingle all the way…

Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh…

Over the snowfields of a snow planet called Hoth…

Which has nothing and absolutely nothing to do with all this…

'What is going on here, dude?' the llama asks. 'Is this the advent calendar? But what are all these foreign words? Sorry, I do not speak Klingon as you may have noticed. And what is that photo? Harry Potter from Lego?'

'Would you please shut your sweet little mouth, my dearest animal friend.' I am trying to fake a smile behind clenched teeth. 'Have you ever heard of copyright infringement ©? I would have preferred to call that little fellow Happy Rotter from Logo, you know. Just for legal and copyright reasons. And the whole advents calendar was going to be one big photo story about his adventures. And I wanted to call it Happy Rotter and the Secret of Time.'

'OK', the animal says. 'And what kept you from doing this?'

'Laziness', I start to enumerate - a word which here means to list or line up some reasons, 'lack of time and joy and lack of good photo technical equipment. Christmas is coming sooner and sooner every year, didn't you notice that? And I wanted to have more songs with city names in it. These songs gathered here - Klingon songs as you may call them - were supposed to be nothing more than nice little extras in the comments of this blog. But you know, sometimes you cannot control things.'

'Okay', the llama is chewing this word very, very long.

'But it must do this way', I say, 'and it will. From now on every day will be quiz day until Christmas Eve. Let's start with the first song - a special one for my one and only reader - AB - also known as doggie-picture. He or she will know what I am talking about. Add a winking smiley here …'

'Okay.'

Now the llama is chewing something that looks a lot like a bar of chocolate with nuts and raisins and maybe some rum in it.

"Der letzte Ricard von St. Bromford"

Ein salziges Grinsen, ein Muschelgesicht

Aus dem eine Gauloise blendend weiß hervorsticht.

Die Kerzen brennen im 'Le Petit Bateau'

und sie trinken den letzten Ricard auf Saint Bromford

Ein Akkordeon heult Melodien in die Nacht

Und die letzte Fischfabrik hat ihre Pforten dicht gemacht

Und die Kerzen brennen runter im 'Le Petit Bateau'

Und sie trinken den letzten Ricard auf Saint Bromford

Ein blauer Pullover von Möwen gebleicht

Eine halbblinde Katze, die um die Ecken schleicht

Und die Kerzen brennen runter im 'Le Petit Bateau'

Sie trinken den letzten Ricard auf Saint Bromford

Und im Hafen die Boote schaukeln im Wind

Erzählen Geschichten von damals als sie noch rausgefahren sind

Die Kerzen gehen aus im 'Le Petit Bateau'

Und sie trinken den letzten Ricard von Saint Bromford.

Happy Rotter

Apprentice at Pigletspots School for Thievery and Burglary

Today is Sunday, the 1st of December 2019.