Skyrgámur, sá áttundi,var skelfilegt naut.
Hann hlemminn o'n af sánum
með hnefanum braut.
Svo hámaði hann í sig
og yfir matnum gein,
unz stóð hann á blístri
og stundi og hrein.
Skyr Gobbler, the eighth one,
Was a terrible bull.
The lid off the skyr tub
With his fist he smashed.
Then he gobbled up
As much as he could,
Till he was close to bursting
And moaned and grunted.
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