St Andrew's Day Poem

I like haggis, Lochnagar Rumblethumps, the colour purple I like to stir my words With a Scottish spurtle I dislike the sea, cold porridge Bony kippers, midgies & John Knox My childhood bouts of croup Hand knitted sweaters & socks I like Auld Reekie, Robert Fergusson Burns, fiddles, Aberdeen's grey town St Machar's soaring walls Plainsong and ancient ballads handed down And typical; Scots faces Red cheeks, fiery hair And Morven, ben of mists A mountain that's a hallowed, holy stair But most of all, the creatures that we share This land of Scotland with Crow, eagle, stag and polecat Heron, hare