The Wizard of Don

A fearsome gale tearing through Torry, Took young Dot and Tyson away. She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well, Stuck for words, whit wid she say? Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the corner, It wis the wicked witch o’ the North East. If young Dot wis tae survive, She wid hae tae beat the beast! She finally got the witch’s burberry cap, Which wid help her get aheid. And all the little casuals happily sang, ‘Heymin! The wicked witch is deid!’ Dot wis noo ready tae find the ‘Big Man’ Her brain wis in one mode. Noo, a’ that Dot needed tae dae, Wis follow the Granite brick road. She found hersel’ back in her hoose, Bemused at far she hud been. Now lookin’ at some weel kent faces, So wis this a’ a dream?