The Bubblyjock by Hugh MacDiarmid.
It’s hauf like a bird and hauf like a bogle
And juist stands in the sun there and bouks.
It’s a wunder its heid disna burst
The way it’s aye raxin its chouks.
Syne it twists its neck like a serpent
But canna get oot a richt note
For the bubblyjock swallowed the bagpipes
And the blether stuck in its throat.
We are returned from the village inn where we enjoyed a splendid Christmas lunch with the other members of Nicer Newburgh our community gardening group.
We are fairly stuffed with Bubblie Jock!