Like storks, in feathers gray;
"My seven sons in seven swans,
Aboon their heads to flee;
And I, mysel', a gay gos-hawk,
A bird o' high degree."
Then sighin' said the queen hersel',
"That thing's too high for me;"
But she applied to an auld woman,
Who had mair skill than she.
Instead o' dancers to dance a dance,