The Wee Man And His Kilt

It's time to relate a story About a wee man and his kilt, How he obtained this garment Made out of tartan quilt... He was born in a leprechaun village. He grew much taller than the rest. His leprechaun IQ was a dram too short But his highland fling was the best! None of his peers could fathom it out. Why was he so different to them? So he queried his parents about their descent And all began to make sense then. His father was ginger and Irish. His mother was Scottish and tanned. They tossed a caber to make their choice And it fell to a move to Ireland. And so the wee man could now understand Why his colours were orange and green. The kilt that he wore, which he much adored Blended well with his rural scene. His kilt was designed and handmade By his auntie, a well skilled seamstress. Tartan is the pattern she tailors most to For blazers, kilts, trousers and dress. This wee man has had lots of fun. On occasion some foodstuffs were spilt (Baked beans, soup, cocoa and milk) Down the front of his special kilt. When his parents were gone, he carried them on. Where would he live in their memory? He couldn't choose between the two So moved to Wales and close to the sea.