The Tattie-Bogle - by
The tattie-bogle wags his airms:
Caw! Caw! Caw!
He hasna onie banes or thairms:
Caw! Caw! Caw!
The tattie-bogle wags his airms:
Caw! Caw! Caw!
He hasna onie banes or thairms:
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Arriving late sometimes and never
/ Quite expected, still they come,
/ Bringing a folded meaning home
/ Between the lines, inside the letter.
/
/ As a scarecrow…
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