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A poem about haggis, written for the Burn's Night 250th anniversary. Check out our Fun Stuff page for great activities to go with this poem.

Through the heather, through the glen.
Go the highland hunting men.

Wrapped warm in kilts 'gainst winter cold
Only the bravest, and the bold.

For who knows where the Haggis hides
Amidst these frozen mountain sides?

In the loch with neeps and tatties?
Or lurking with the sheep and ratties?

They seek him here, they seek him there
But none can find the Haggis lair.

This "chieftain of the pudding-race"
Is lying low without a trace.

Only the piper and Selkirk Grace
Can summon Haggis to this place.

But then with toasts, all passed around,
We see the Haggis, firm and round.

The humble Haggis cooked and dressed
Is here to feed men truly blessed.

So let this gathering on Burn's Day,
Eat and drink and laugh and play.

Then, for this Chief of Scottish rhyme,
Lets sing Burn's song of Auld Lang Syne!

© to Brenda Williams

Published by Scholastic.

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