The Judgement
A Judgie sat in the courtroom's big cherr
An he thocht there wis niver a Judgie so ferr
He went ben the chambers, he waggled his pen,
An’ cockit his heid as he stood up for men,
The bigsy wee craitur was feeling that prood
As he laid doon the law an he laid it ticht good
"Gi'en ye'd a like tae see a richt Judgement", quo he
"Ye'll niver a sweer see a better nor he
Wi ref'rences citet, nae doobt shall remain
Thon nursie's wheesht haudit, her lawyer the same
Nae need fur much checkin, ah'm trustin ma feels
An ah ken ah'm a rale bonnie speller as weel
Ah'm nae gaun tae blaw but the truth a maun tell
I believe it's the verra MacJudgement itsel’.” …
A KC was hungry an’ needin’ tae sup,
Sae he nabbit th’ Judgement and gollup’t it up;
Syne runkled his jaickit: “A peer thing,” quo’ he,
“But – judgement's ur nae fat they eesed tae be.”