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Some Common Sense, in the "Rhyming" Tense!
| The winter’s wearin’ throu’ again, An’ deer, a hard time hae, But we can help them beat the rain So, let me hae my say! |
An’ weel in bed, at nicht ye’ll rest The same, yer Boss or Lairdie, In knowledge that ye’ve dane yer best Tae help yer place’s herdie! |
| Noo, Acid Rain’s a fact o’ life, An’ canna be ignor’d; So if ye wish tae avoid strife, Read on ow’r this bit ‘board’! |
An’ I’ll assure ye, in yer wark, The time ye winna waste, For mony deer, on hill and park Are similarly grac’d. |
| The Copper’s been near aa’ wash’d oot This thirty year gane bye, As Scientific lads point oot - An’ change this, we must try! |
An’ them that ken these wirds are fact, Can tae this weel attest, For maist o’ them, an order mak’d Tae gie their herd The Best. |
| Till noo, the hill has aye-wyes gi’en Provision for the deer But withoot minerals, dear frien’, They’ll suffer bad, I fear! |
Tho’t ‘s sad tae say, some Factor chiels, The purse strings winna open; But Ignorance is but for Feels Wha’ll probably be hopin’, |
| The hinds are fu’ o’ growin’ calf, An’ feel the strain real sair; Their unborn should, by mair than half By noo, be weighin’ mair. |
That Acid rain will miss them bye, An’ nae affect their view, - Well, cast ye roon’ wi’ critic’s eye Aboot yer placie noo: |
| But withoot their trace elements That sour rain’s now depleted, Development o’ their unborn, Can nae, full, be completed. |
The rain it eats the sandstane blocks, An’d copper flash turns green: - Nae “P.H.7” water, folks, Erosion such, has dane! |
| For o’ their forage, they’ve sma’ choice, And pick at what they can, So comin’ calfies, says this voice, Will nae be quite so gran’. |
An’ if o’ some convincin’ tool Ye think ye’d lik’ tae see Try litmus paper in some pool An’ very seen ye’ll see. |
| But If their nat’ral winter-fare We choose to supplement Investment will repay, and mair -An’ keep them hame, content. |
For waste yer time, I widna dae If what I say was wrang But ken this tae be truth, ye see An’ sae will you, ere lang. |
| For better hinds throw better young Which, in time, grow real good An’ aa’ because the ‘bottom rung’ On this “ladder” we’ve stood! |
So! Think aboot this bit o’ rhyme, An’ some aboot yer deer; And send yer order in guid time, An’ fae’s ye shall hear! |