Webby JK Annand. Ma mither says that we hae mice That open air-ticht tins And eat her chocolate biscuits And cakes and sic like things. Nae doot it is an awfy shame That mice should get the blame. It’s really me that ripes the tins When left alane at hame. WebBy J K Annand Oh I'm a country postman and Gang roond the countryside Deliverin your letters Nae maitter whar ye bide. Ilka bodie welcomes me When I come on my bike. Fermer, shepherd, plooman, Collie dug and tyke. I bring ye news frae Canada, Frae Broxburn or Dundee. A post-caird frae the seaside Or an invite to your tea
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WebJ.K Annand was a Scottish poet who lived in Edinburgh until he died about twenty years ago. J.K Annand was actually a teacher but just like Robert Burns, he wrote poems in … WebSome on fute and some on bikes, Some are trystit by their mithers, Ithers cleekit wi their brithers, Some hae bags and some hae cases. But aa hae smiles upon their faces. For noo the holidays begin. And lessons for a while are dune. It's nocht but fun and games aa day, Nae mair wark, but lots o play. ingles scrapple
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WebCrocodile by J. K. Annand When doukin in the River Nile I met a muckle crocodile. He flicked his tail, he blinked his ee, Syne bared his ugsome teeth at me. Says I, 'I never saw the like, Cleaning your teeth maun be a fyke! What sort a besom do ye hae To brush a set o teeth like thae?" The crocodile said, 'Nane ava. I never brush my teeth at aa! WebStreet Talk by J. K. Annand There was a rammie in the street, A stishie and stramash. The crabbit wifie up the stair Pit up her winda sash. "Nou what’s adae?" the wifie cried, "Juist tell me what’s adae." A day is twinty-fower hours, missis, Nou gie us peace to play. "Juist tell me what’s ado," she cried, "And nane o yer gab," cried she. http://primary.scotshoose.com/elephant.html inglessemsairdecasa instagram