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Gestatten, Kronf der Name. Wolpi Kronf. Wolpertinger, zuweilen als Kamel getarnt. http://www.nachtschueler.de/wolpertinger.gif Babbel der Sekunde <choose> <option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option></choose><choose><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option></choose><choose><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option><option> [] </option></choose> Notizzettel Gesetzgeber | Steuerzahler | Der kleine Mann auf der Straße | Welterbe | Tempo-Sünder | Schlüsselfigur | Kinder

Theorie des Monats Niemand weiß, woher der Name Kronf kommt. Aber es gibt viele Theorien... <choose> <option> Der Botaniker und Journalist Ernst Moriz Kronfeld hatte das offizielle Autorenkürzel „Kronf.“ </option> <option> Krompf ist das lang gesuchte sechste deutsche Wort auf „-mpf“! Die anderen sind Sempf, Sümpf, Fümpf, Hampf und Gempf (Stadt in der Schweiz). </option> <option> Auf altägyptisch schrieb man <hiero>f-n-w-r-k</hiero>, das bedeutet transkripiert etwa "Krunf". Sinn hatte es aber keinen, war nur wegen der hübschen Bildchen... </option> <option> „Kronf“ ist ganz einfach „Fnork“ - nur rückwärts gelesen! </option> </choose> Projekte Ich bin Mitglied im Lesezirkel für ultimative Lesetipps. Alles weitere auf meiner Lesezirkelseite. Ich nehme am Projekt für Kamelokratie teil und trage den Titel Lord von Imaginien. Ich bin Pate beim Patenschaftsprojekt. Meine Patenkinder sind aktuell Weisse Kamelstute und Saushkin (letzterer leider inaktiv). Ich mische fleißig beim Bürokratenspiel mit. Alles weitere auf meiner entsprechenden Unterseite. Von Zeit zu Zeit erstelle ich Karten für Ka-Mel-Oh!. Mehr in meiner Kartenschmiede.

Miss Camelian Pie

Long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that wiki used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people laugh
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But November made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the wiki died

So bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in Rock'n'Roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the wiki died

I started singin: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now for twelve months we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a crawling ant
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester wrote for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the wiki died

We were singing: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed?
The day the wiki died

We started singing: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

And there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend

And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the wiki died

He was singing: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing: This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

They were singing: Bye bye, Miss Camelian Pie
Drove my chevy to the desert
But the desert was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing: This'll be the day that I die