Ye're as fu' o' mischief as an egg's fu' o' meat.
Ye're as lang tuning your pipes as anither wad play a spring.
Ye're as mim as a May puddock.
Ye're as sma' as the twitter o' a twined rash.
Ye're as souple sark alane as some are mither naked.
Ye're as stiff as a stappit saster.
"'Stappit saster,' a crammed pudding."—Jamieson.
Ye're a widdiefu' gin hanging time.
Ye're aye in a hurry, and aye behint.
Ye're best when ye're sleeping.