Address tae a fart
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
As ye sit doon amongst yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win’
The neeps an’ tatties an’ mushy peas
Stert workin’ like a gentle breeze
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But soon the puddin’ wi’ the sonsie face
Will have ye blawin’ a’ ower the place.
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’body’s gonnae have tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It’s like a bullet oot o’a rifle
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Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an’ stop the leakin’air
Shift yerself fac cheek tae cheek
Pray tae God it disnae reek.
But aw yer efforts gan asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o’ thunder
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Richochets aroon’ the room
Michty me! A sonic boom
God almighty, it fairly reeks!
Hope I huvnae shit me breeks!
Tae the bog I’d better scurry,
Acht, whit the hell, it’s no ma worry.
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A’body roon aboot me chokin’
Yin or twae were nearly bokin’
I’ll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile.
Wis him! I shout with accusin’ glower,
Alas! Too late! He’s just keeled ower
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Ye dirty bugger, they shout and stare
A didnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e’re ye be let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job for me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie’s party
Ower the sake o’ one wee farty.