Bye la's
There's a rumour gane roon thae sae tha kat haes got wed,
Tae a yung whuttrick frae near Deffrick wha's fond o' hir bed,
Thae sae if its true thae hae noo a femmilie o' three,
An hae their een on a snug biggin awa' up a tal' tree.
Noo if ye beleeve a ye hear ye'd eat a ye see,
Sae pin bak yer lugs for this news is for free,
It's time we'd a la' tae stap these fool things,
For tha Cooncil maun tak it undther their wings.
Can thae naw a agree jest for yince in their life,
Tae adopt tha poor Kat his cubs an' his wife,
An ect on behaf o this rare kine o' breed,
Oot o' guidness o' hert jest gie them a feed.
For tha nixt that we'll hear a new la' Europe wull pass
That micht mak tha Toon Cooncil oot a bit o' an ass,
Sae cum on mae freens pit on yer green hats,
An pass a Bye la' tae luk efter baith Whutricks an kats.
Charlie 'Tha Poocher' Rannals
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