Coos

[Truerenigma]

Oh, hear the gentle moos of contented hieland coos,
As they graze beside the haggis in the hills;
When they’re feeling frisky, all the coos’ milk turns to whisky,
To cure even the stubbornest of ills.

Nae bother is the way on the heather-coated brae,
With kilts and sporrans flapping in the breeze;
All stiff from being icy makes the Scottish life quite spicy,
(As long as one’s indifferent to fleas).

A purse in mint condition is the Scotsman’s own tradition,
Though thrifty is the word they’ll always use;
They like the drink and fighting, but there's something more exciting --
It’s warm inside those happy hieland coos.

I love it. Lots of fun. I can even here the lilt. very nice.