Ode To Rabbie Burns

Ode to Rabbie Burns. . I was up before the dawn, still half asleep for sure. I struggled into wellies and headed for the moor. The heather smelt so fine, my Whisky tasted good as i put away the hip flask and walked towards the woods. I went in through the bracken and quietness was a need. The search was now in earnest for this is where they feed. At first i checked the traps all empty such a shame. This Beastie was elusive would you like to know his name? He is only found in Scotland on moors and deep in woods and sometimes changes colour depending on his moods. His diet it is Heather the purple is the best, though sometimes he eats Neeps to farmers he"s a pest. His legs they number three he has no grace or poise, and if theres more than one they really make a noise. They taste so good and spicy with pepper and with salt. Served up with Tatties and Neeps washed down with a single malt. But have you guessed his name, would you know one face to face. Robert Burns it was who called him " Great chieftain o the pudding-race" Yes it is the Haggis, let"s all take it in turns and raise your glass in homage "Oh heres tae Rabbie Burns"