Syne “Here’s the cheenge”—the star o’ Rabbie Burns.
Sma’ cheenge, “Twinkle, Twinkle.” The memory slips
As G. K. Chesterton heaves up to gi’e
“The Immortal Memory” in a huge eclipse,
Or somebody else as famous if less fat.
You left the like in Embro’ in a scunner
To booze wi’ thieveless cronies sic as me.
I’se warrant you’d shy clear o’ a’ the hunner
Odd Burns’ Clubs tae, or ninety-nine o’ them,
And haud your birthday in a different kip