Scottish Going Pottish

Scottish Going Pottish

The Moose In The Hoose

Come here ye we creation of natures blessing
Yer timid and scurry within my addressing
Ah think yer missing and lost in ma dwelling
If only you spoke then that would be telling
Well you seem at lodging here in this hoose
Ma wee furry four legged, long tailed moose
Aye, yer happy to eat ma scraps and tuck ma breed
But I wonder what goes on inside that wee heed
While yer sniffing here and sniffing there
Is it a lass that ye seek or are ye hiding her?
Hiv ye got her hidden under the stair?
Or in ma pantry, where the pantries bare?
Is it the wind that ye smell and want to be free?
Hiv you an abode ower, under the old birch tree?
Hiv ye a family oot there that hiv to be fed?
And a wifey tucked up and heating the bed?
So yer married then but playing the field?
If she catches ye, yer fate is sealed
But somehow I think yer no the type
To rush willy, nilly and act like tripe
Ye see for all ye are and the size of ye
It's all and to me, a big mystery

© Robert Anderson 2008