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THE LEEK
Tam Craven
My old friend Bill
He gave me a leek
And a made a pot o? soup
That normally lasted a
week
When the soup was ready
There was a knock on ma
door
It wus Bill wi? a? his
weans
And there wus merr than
three or four
They a? got stuck in
Tae the lovely
minestrone
A wantid tae keep
some fur the morra
Noo there wusny
gonny be oany
Not a slice o? breed
Wus left in ma
hoose
No? even a few crumbs
That wid feed a wee
moose
But guid auld scots
hospitality
Is unbroken and renowned
It?s all over the world
More solid than a pound
My old friend Bill
He gave me anither leek
And says; ?yir soup wus
magic tam,
Same time nixt week?
?Tam Craven
www.insideasnowdrop.com
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