I was once a sitting duck, until the
Scottish lass; with her colourful
strokes, became a friend of sorts; I
paid no more than fair I swear, she
brought upon us the written;
a truth for child and adult alike,
and I feel a sadness now inside;
Her resorting to mind alterings;
as the light is here, always here,
I swear,
my wee lass,
stay away; stay away
the darkest days are
gone; and done