A poem by my departed uncle.
"Lutefisk, lutefisk, how fragrant thy aroma.
Lutefisk, lutefisk, you put me in a coma."
R.O. Berg 1946-2002
To the tune of "O Tannenbaum"
"O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how fragrant is your aroma,
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong, you look like glue
You taste yust like an overshoe;
But Lutefisk, come Saturday, I tink I'll eat you anyway.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, I put you by the doorway;
I vanted you to ripen like dey do in Norway,
A dog came by and sprinkled you; I hit him with my army shoe,
O Lutefisk, now I suppose ... I'll eat you as I hold my nose.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how well I do remember
On Christmas Eve, how we'd receive our big treat of December,
It vasn't turkey or fried ham; it vasn't even pickled spam;
My mudder knew dere vas no risk in serving buttered Lutefisk.
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, now everyone discovers
Dot Lutefisk and lefse make Norvegians better lovers,
Now all da vorld can have a ball; you're better than dat Geritol,
O Lutefisk, Vid Brennevin, You make me feel like Errol Flynn.
