TAE A FERT
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> Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
> Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
> Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
> There sterts to stir an enormous wind
> The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
> Stert working like a gentle breeze
> But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
> Will have ye blawin all ower the place
> Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
> A\'bodys gonnae hae tae pay
> Even if ye try to stifle
> It\'s like a bullet oot a rifle
>
>
> Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
> Tae try and stop the leakin air
> Shify yersel fae cheek tae cheek
> Prae tae God it doesnae reek
>
>
> But aw yer efforts go asunder
> Oot it comes like a clap o thunder
> Ricochets aroon the room
> Michty me! A sonic boom
>
>
> Good God Almighty it fairly reeks
> Hope I huvnae **** ma breeks
> Tae the bog I better scurry
> Awe whit the hell, it\'s no my worry
>
>
> A\'body roon aboot me choking
> Wan or two are nearly bokin
> I\'ll feel better for a while
> Cannae help but raise a smile
>
> Wis him! I shout with accusing glower
> Alas too late, he\'s just keeled ower
> Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
> A dinnae feel welcome any mair
>
> Where e\'re ye go let yer wind gang free
> Sounds just like the job fur me
> Whit a fuss at Rabbie\'s perty
> Ower the sake o\' wan wee ferty
>
> Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
> Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
> Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
> There sterts to stir an enormous wind
> The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
> Stert working like a gentle breeze
> But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
> Will have ye blawin all ower the place
> Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
> A\'bodys gonnae hae tae pay
> Even if ye try to stifle
> It\'s like a bullet oot a rifle
>
>
> Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
> Tae try and stop the leakin air
> Shify yersel fae cheek tae cheek
> Prae tae God it doesnae reek
>
>
> But aw yer efforts go asunder
> Oot it comes like a clap o thunder
> Ricochets aroon the room
> Michty me! A sonic boom
>
>
> Good God Almighty it fairly reeks
> Hope I huvnae **** ma breeks
> Tae the bog I better scurry
> Awe whit the hell, it\'s no my worry
>
>
> A\'body roon aboot me choking
> Wan or two are nearly bokin
> I\'ll feel better for a while
> Cannae help but raise a smile
>
> Wis him! I shout with accusing glower
> Alas too late, he\'s just keeled ower
> Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
> A dinnae feel welcome any mair
>
> Where e\'re ye go let yer wind gang free
> Sounds just like the job fur me
> Whit a fuss at Rabbie\'s perty
> Ower the sake o\' wan wee ferty
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