A Scottish Farewell
Wee sleekit cowerin timorous Edna
There’s nay panic in ya head na
For yu are off tae pastures new
Will ye knay just what te do
Wi all the time at your disposal?
But I expect it will impose al
Sorts of new and wundrus stuff
I know of skool yive hed enuff
Of paperwork and admin tasks
And all the different types of asks
That school imposes on yer heed
Just te ern yer daily bred
The many grandkids you'll indulge
And your golf bag it will bulge
With drivers, irons and new putters
Us staying here – we are the nuttters
Who’ll carry on when you are lying
On a sunbed slowly drying
Fray a dip in foreign seas
Or driving off the ladies tees
To make a par or even birdee
And so it’s with this final wordie
I want to say we wish ye well.
Where you will go we cannot tell
But don’t forget us here at school
When yure propped up on some bar stool
In Spain or Italy or France
Think of us if you have the chance
(Many apologies to Robbie Burns)
