Cheeky wee tuffets
Pufflin up the stour
Rummelin in the pooder
In a warm simmer oor
Scartin aa ma seeds
Siftin in the win
In aa yir fechtin chatter
Nae sang amang yon din.
Saft bumblin tots
Y’ir worth mair by far
Than aa the scarlet glory
O the high papaver.

Edith Buchanan