[n.b. In this day and age, I'd better point out it is all a joke.]
Weel, ya ken, just like I was sayin' to thon wee French Laddie when he
came
to stay with us last year, "Well, ya ken, loon, it's no just the fact ye
wear yer cap back tae front that meks ye look a looser, as ma maither said
tae me, "Why mon, ye canna be winnin' nowt' oan a diet o' frog's legs an'
sic!"
Hoo reet she was, was proved the nicht when young Andie wi' his wholesome
Hielan' diet o' Oats, an' Oats, an' didly-Oats, jist went an' hammered
thon
Frog right into the ground!
Was it no excitin'?
Och aye! It's oat's awa! If ye ken wots guid for ye!
Them Frenchies will be hoppin' mad at gettin' beat by a Scotchie, so
please
beware of mad Sarkozy things fleein' aroon' and denyin' it ever happened.
HL
(I used tae be a English Man but Aam aal Scotchie noo!)
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