Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies makin' a mane.

The tane intae the tither did say,
Boogher, din’t it rain the day?

They gang ‘n flapped their wings in sun
And pecked and scratched till they were done
and once they're dry, they flew away
And came the rain again? I’ll say!

Hope your umbrella worked.

David