HAGGIS

Haggis

I was walking up Benarty hill
When a Haggis crossed my path,
It jumped into a puddle 
As it took it`s morning bath.

It splished and splashed in the puddle
And then it dooked it`s heed,
And here`s me standing thinking 
That Haggis were long since deed.

It jumped right oot the puddle
And shook it`s coat bone dry,
I moved to get a closer look
Twas then I caught it`s eye.

Motionless and startled
Then it took off like a shot,
So I took to my heels and gave chase
With everything I’ve got.

I could see the heather moving
As I followed in its wake,
But I found it hard to keep up
As my legs began to quake.

I slowed down to a canter
As I cast my beady eye,
I can’t see it in the heather 
But sometimes Haggis fly.

I walk on through the hillside 
At every twist and turn,
Till I see a dozen Haggis
All skipping er the burn.

Big ones and wee ones
All chatting as they go,
Some are black some are brown
Some are white as snow.

A Haggis for all seasons
Did anybody know?
How do they get about at night? 
Maybe some Haggis glow.

I watched them playing on the hill
Then they ran off through the trees,
I felt so proud and privileged 
I dropped down to my knees.

You can walk the hills for many years
And never catch a site,
Of that wee illusive creature
A Haggis in full flight.

So if you want to see one 
You have to be real still,
Remember this the next time 
You go up Benarty hill.

I've been up since so many times 
In many kinds of weather,
But I've never seen another site 
Of Haggis in the heather.

Maybe I’m just lucky
That they let me see them play,
But I always keep my eye out for them 
Every other day.

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