When I was just a wee Viking lad, full of health and joy,
My father homeward came from raid, and he gave to me a toy.
A wonder to behold it was, made of steel so bright:
The moment I laid eyes on it, it became my heart's delight.
It went swish when it moved, and SPLAT when it stopped,
It never did stand still. A Viking axe is what it was,
And it was made to KILL!
The first time that I picked it up, I had a big suprise,
'Cause I swung it -- then it swung me! I couldn't believe my eyes.
It first swung once, then swung twice, then whirled over my head,
And when I went on my first raid, this is what it did:
It went swish when it moved, and SPLAT when it stopped,
It never did stand still. A Viking axe is what it was,
And it was made to KILL!
It first slashed left, and then slashed right, then flew out of my hands
And when I looked where it had gone, not an enemy did stand.
I found that it had slashed right through a hundred warriors' heads,
And when I picked it up again, the Chivalry was dead.
It went swish when it moved, and SPLAT when it stopped,
It never did stand still. A Viking axe is what it was,
And it was made to KILL!
The raids have gone by too quickly it seems, and I have my own little brat,
And yesterday I gave to him my marvelous Viking axe
His eyes nearly popped right out of his head, and he gave a sneer of glee,
Neither one of us knows just why it is, but he loves it just like me!
It went swish when it moved, and SPLAT when it stopped,
It never did stand still. A Viking axe is what it was,
And it was made to KILL!