Great songs you left us Rabbie lad,
some natty verse, an annual binge -
but you yourself... I'm no so sure!
Wee, sizzling, brazen sausage beastie,
what shame lies hidden in thy breastie
beside thy manly cousin, Haggis?
Oh Rabbie, all the world loves thee
for bringing Johnson's English in
to help thine Ayrshire Scots tongue oot.