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.