Van Heldar the Elder was a master welder,
And he came from Antwerp town.
He’d sit on his porch with his welding torch,
A waitin’ for the sun to go down.
In the dark of night, he’d spark a light,
And his torch would burst aflame,
Then he’d never settle, if it was metal,
But he’d weld it ‘till the morning came.
He paved his street with steel sheet,
And he tiled his walls with lead.
The window glass he replaced with brass,
And that’s when people said:
“Heldar the Elder, we gotta tell ya
You’ve taken this thing too far
To weld all night is a Dutchman’s right
But you’ve married an iron bar!”