- albertkirkjunior
Bastartin Tods
Albert Kirk Jr
The tods are eatin bairns agane.
Thon's hou it soonds tae me:
The bastarts skelloch ilka nicht
As lood as lood can be.
A cannae get masel tae sleep
Wi aw thir cantrips sair;
A dinnae think A've got the docht
Tae tak it ony mair.
A'm gonnae get the Cooncil oot
Tae fleg them fae thir hame;
An syne A'll pack the den wi muck
Tae feenish aff thir schame.
But tods ur sleekit enemies
An willnae quit for lang:
They'll ainlie howk anither hole
An back tae dool A gang!