To a
Tattie ( with apologies to Rabbie Burns )
( An almost traditional St. Patrick’s day dedication to the common
potato )
Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous tattie,
Plucked frae the ground ya little fattie,
Thou need na try to rin aff hasty,
Tae save yir life,
Cos I wid hae to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering knife.
I'm truly sorry man's cuisine,
Has broken Nature's social scene,
But efter awe, yer jist a spud,
Fruit o’ the earth, child o’ the mud,
Baked tae make ye o’ sae tasty,
Tae ony mortal!
