There are too many islands
To fly, to run, to rove,
But I have chosen Highlands
In Britain, in the North.
This mountainous region
Is full of mighty works
With kilts and tartan’s legion’
And clans with their perks.
Its rugged and dazzling beauty
Attracts nice – merry chaps
And it’s your moral duty
To play a set of craps.
If you are there in winter
I ask you – don’t forget …
No, I’m not a minter … –
Eat Haggis for meal set!
Folk poet and songwriter
Wrote ode to this strange dish
A Swan of Halloway, not blighter
Oh, no-no-no, it isn’t a squish.
It’s time to go to Highlands
To fly, to run, to rove
There are too many islands,
But I chose Britain and its North.
Island of the dearest wish
© Copyright: Мария Волошко, 2014
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