Skippin Sang - by
In comes Nannie
/ Jines wee Annie
/ Bides wi her Grannie
/ And Annie lowps oot.
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/ In comes Sammy
/ Greetin for his mammy,
/ Drives…
Scots poems for children
The Gowk - by
Half doun the hill, whaur fa’s the linn
Far frae the flaught o’ fowk,
I saw upon a lanely whin
A lanely singin’ gowk
The Boy in the Train - by
Whit wey does the engine say ‘Toot-toot’?
/ Is it feart to gang in the tunnel?
/ Whit wey is the furnace…
The Sair Finger - by
You’ve hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
/ Your pinkie? Deary me!
/ Noo, juist you haud it that wey till
/ I…
Cuddle Doon - by
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
/ Wi muckle faught and din.
/ “Oh try an’ sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
/ Your faither’s…
Jenny Wi’ the Airn Teeth - by
What a plague is this o’ mine,
/ Winna steek his e’e,
/ Though I hap him ow’r the…
Cat food rap - by
Well the moggy strolled in wi somehn clamped in its jaws.
/ It laid doon its present, an it waited for applause.
/ But…
Can’t spell, won’t spell - by
On hearing of the new Scots Spellchecker programme, ‘Canny Scot’
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/ Cannae spell, winnae spell – lay it oan thi line:
/ when it…
Feart - by
In the pit mirk nicht at the fit o the stairs,
/ A heard a wee noise that jist made the hairs,
/ oan…
Embra buses - by
I like tae sit at the front of the bus
/ and keek through the hole
/ at the driver’s heid.
/ As he pulls on…
Haute, hoat cuisine - by
Aw, deep-fried Mars,
/ ah spied ye oan the menu
/ o ma local chippie.
The pizzenous pet shop - by
The Clarty Cat fae the Western Isles,
/ Luves tae dive aroon in cundies,
/ Twice a day fae Mon tae Sat,
/ But no at…