Verse 1: Now gather ‘round, let’s have a laugh, About three lads who missed the path. From Snorri’s Stead, they came so proud, But their race was chaos—oh, what a crowd! Chorus: Barlos, Olaus, and Yorgi too, They fumbled, stumbled, and soaked their shoes! From woods to stream, what a glorious sight, Three lads who couldn’t get it right! Verse 2: First came Barlos, big and strong, But graceful? Nah, he proved us wrong. He saw the stream and thought, “I’ll swim!” But tripped so hard, he took a limb! Splash! He hit the water fast, With legs like anchors, stuck at last. Couldn’t stand up, though waist-deep in, The mighty Barlos couldn’t swim! Chorus: Barlos, Olaus, and Yorgi too, They fumbled, stumbled, and soaked their shoes! From woods to stream, what a glorious sight, Three lads who couldn’t get it right! Verse 3: Then Olaus came, all somber and grim, "I’ll take the bridge, no swim for him!" But alas, poor Olaus, so sure of his fate, Slipped on the span and joined Barlos’ state! Into the stream, with a splash and a slide, Truth-teller’s grim face, soaked with pride. Water’s no friend to the honest man, He slipped on rocks like buttered pan! Chorus: Barlos, Olaus, and Yorgi too, They fumbled, stumbled, and soaked their shoes! From woods to stream, what a glorious sight, Three lads who couldn’t get it right! Verse 4: Now came Yorgi, breathless, in tune (or not), His voice like a wounded, wailing loon. But singin' or not, he had no choice, With Barlos stuck, he found his voice. He leaped so fine, like a bird in flight, Landed by Barlos with all his might. And with a grunt, a pull, and a heave, He saved the lad—what a grand reprieve! Chorus: Barlos, Olaus, and Yorgi too, They fumbled, stumbled, and soaked their shoes! From woods to stream, what a glorious sight, Three lads who couldn’t get it right! Verse 5: Now they stand, soaked to the bone, But back in the race, they’re on their own. They didn’t win, no crown to wear, But by the gods, they made it there! Chorus: Barlos, Olaus, and Yorgi too, They fumbled, stumbled, and soaked their shoes! From woods to stream, what a glorious sight, Three lads who couldn’t get it right! Outro: So here’s to the boys from Snorri’s Stead, Who raced with hearts, though feet like lead. They may not be fast, or graceful, or sly, But they gave us a laugh, and that’s no lie!
