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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