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"
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