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From
our collection of poems by
Glaswegian Poet & Writer Stuart McLean
Ode Tae a Bumble Bee
Wee hoverin’, fleein’ ferlie fello’,
Wi’ yer stripes o’ black and yello’,
Yer ever sae bonnie, so ye ur,
Like a spring lamb – only smaller and withoot the fur,
But see if ye ever sting me oan the bum again,
Ah’m gonnae jump on yer heid so Ah um.
Copyright Stuart McLean : from No'
Rabbie Burns
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