It is, I gather National Poetry month...
This one is a little over a thousand years old:
Það mælti mín móðir
að mér skyldi kaupa
fley og fagrar árar
fara á brott með víkingum
standa upp í stafni
stýra dýrum knerri
halda svo til hafnar
höggva mann og annann
I learned it when I was eight
I still remember it, the back story and the illustration
and the error
Egill was seven when he wrote it
oh, the magic of childhood!