Hoots Mon and Hairy Haggi ( Haggi is the
plural of haggis - we often see flocks of haggi feeding on the
hillside just outside our house - oh - there are several out there
now . . . ) Anyway, where was I, yes I was just trying to say
that this poem is from our brilliant collection of Scottish
Poems . . .
O hairy wee critter who,
Once lived amongst the heather,
And ran arouní the mountains,
Nae matter what the weather.
It seems so sad for him tae die,
Jist tae gie tae me a feast,
But it wis the hunting season,
So I shot the poor wee beast.
Stuart McLean (From No' Rabbie Burns)