Wee pluffie gustie girdlin bagel,
aal lanesome in yer see-throu cradle,
whit sall ah sclatch athort yer navel,
peynit butter?
Some jeelie howked in a stuffie ladle
the girst of a putter?
Ye’re nae that hale an yet ye fill
me fouer than a hottle bill,
faur mair than onie perkin will.
Upon the table,
jeelie sterts tae swipper spill
an clag the label.
Is ah approach ye wi ma cutter,
tongue abizz an thairm aflutter,
vyces in me seem tae shudder,
“Dinnae kill!”
Bit ah, ma relish swith an thorough,
gilravage ye still.
