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!