A Savage Stroll

A Scotsman sat on a thistle, If it was a flying missile, He would have seen it in the air The prickly thistle just sat there It didn't even need to whistle. This Scotsman's name was Jock, Every morning at 8-o-clock He took his puppy for a walk Suddenly the puppy baulked 'Cos he had a shock Something had bitten his paw, He held it up; it was very sore, Jock bent down to have a look And suddenly felt very crook, Making him fall on the floor. He had landed on that thistle, Which was as hard as bristle He was too stunned to talk They did not want to resume their walk So he signalled to the pup with a whistle.