Scotland

Surrounded by an ocean, seas and England, Creates ships, sailors and a long suffering Only a diet of oatmeal, whisky and Calvinism Taken daily, eases. Then there is the rain, Like a liquid gift sent down from heaven, As if to grow the heather and the kilted pipers Needed, to let the English know we're here, Damn' well, for all their shenanigans. Could this be why the bagpipes have their drones, To send wee messages abroad to Scottish homes?