Named after Friedrich Fri, a little known (these days) Presbyterian saint who used to fly around like a fly.
There's a story that some Catholics made a huge fly swat and used it on him.
It evidently took six Catholic men to lift up and swing the fly swat. The fly swat in now in the National Museum in Bonn.
Bonn. Germany. |
It tells us, in the museum, that there was a song written about the event. Here it is, translated from German to English.
He was a peaceful man of the cloth,
Who used to sleep up in a loft.
He cooked his own pigeon pie and
Then he'd go for a fly.
Whether the weather was wet or dry
Didn't bother Friedrich Fri.
Whether the weather was wet or dry
Never bother Friedrich Fri.
One day, while using a pencil,
He saw an almighty utensil.
It was red and very large,
Six men were in charge, one called
"We've got you a pressie, flying Presby!"
They started to swing it around while
Poor old Friedrich started to get off the ground.
They started to swing it around while
Poor old Friedrich tried to get off the ground.
Friedrich nearly peed when saw it
Coming with such speed.
He tried to fly but cried,
Shortly afterwards he died.
He tried to fly, he really tried, but
Shortly afterwards he died.
There is a lot of evidence of this story being true and it was almost made into a film in the 1960s, but some Catholic called Joe got to be in the film instead. A lot of German Presbyterians don't trust Catholics to this very day. Who can blame them?
Next time you're in Bonn, have a look in the National Museum.
Bis bald. Genieße deinen Tag.
3 commenti:
What a moving story that was! Great song lyrics too!
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As you all know, I'm a thinking kind of a guy and I appreciate that it must have been a tricky job to translate that song from German.
I have seen the original in Bonn.
It starts...
Er war ein friedlicher Mann aus dem Stande,
Wer hat früher auf einem Dachboden geschlafen.
Er kochte seinen eigenen Taubenkuchen und
Dann würde er fliegen gehen.
Phillip Edward Nis
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