SCOTS Project - www.scottishcorpus.ac.uk Document : 515 Title : Katy the Crocodile Author(s): Sheena Blackhall Copyright holder(s): Sheena Blackhall Text Poems in Scots for Littlins Hoolet I am the hoolet in the tree I like moosies fur ma tea I ett their fuskers, tails an heid An wash them doon wi ratten's bleed! Sam Suzuki I'm a firewirk fu o starns Tae peint alang the nicht Niver haud me in yer haun Or ye will get a fricht Fur 'Bang' I'll gyang An fire will poor Hyne ooto ma bihoochie Vrocht in Taiwan Tae bring fowk fun Ma name is Sam Suzuki. Snailie (i) Snailie snailie on the waa, Are ye niver feart ye'd fa? Wi yer hoosie on yer back Like a hiker wi a pack? Feech, snailie! Dicht yer snoot! Slivvrin ower the watter spoot! The Snailie (ii) A snailie heistit his hornies up Ae simmer's day, ae simmer's day. Ahin a gowden buttercup, Come oot tae play, come oot tae play. Bit first ae hornie, Syne anither, Wis drookt wi rain, till, Feech! Sic weather! He cried, an pued his hornies doon A weeter an a wycer loon. Snailie (iii) Slivvery, slivvery, bubbly snoot I am the snail frae the watter spoot I cairry ma hoosie upon ma back An draa in ma heid Fin the skies are black. Shoppies: tune: "Wha saw the 42nd?" Fa sells ye minty sweeties? Far dae ye buy them ma? Fa sells ye minty sweeties? Is't a corner shop or staa? CHORUS Some fowk gang tae supermairkets Some fowk dinnae shop at aa Some fowk noo e-mail their eerins Niver leave the hoose at aa! Fa sells ye crabs an fishies? Far dae ye buy them ma? etc. Fa sells ye claes an ribbons? Far dae ye buy them ma? ... etc. Mr Ted Fin I pit on ma jammies, an climm the stairs tae bed I ken that he'll be wytin, ma frien caad Mr Ted An fin I coorie doon tae sleep I'll haud him in ma bosie He's made o fur, he disnae gurr He's affa affa cosie Watchin TV Cricket! Foo mony runs wis thon? Can I nae cheenge channels? I canna? Yon's nae fair... Jist cause I'm wee It's Dae this Dae thon Ye mauna! Ma, can I bide up late? Foo nae? Mrs Smith lets my frien John! I've washed ma lugs An ma teeth's clean tee There's aliens comin on Channel 3 Foo can I nae bide up tae see TV, fin there's monsters on? Da, there's a cartoon on jist noo. Fit wye maun I watch the news! I've deen ma hamewirk I've fed the dug I've cleared ma lego frae aff the rug Oh fan div I get tae choose! Fitbaa Fitbaa is the favourite game O Mrs Baxter's loon. She canna dish his denner up, If he is dowpit doon, Tae watch it on the TV screen. He canna aim his moo... The beans faa aff his suppin speen They're on the carpet, noo! Missus Kangaroo's Pooch Fit's in yer pooch, Missus Kangaroo? A cuckoo clock, or a pirate crew? Or a blue-tailed gibbon frae Embro zoo? A wee roon cake? Or a pirn-taed doo? Oh, fit's in yer pooch, Missus Kangaroo? Charlie Cheetah Charlie Cheetah's taen the chukkenpox, They sent him hame frae skweel Wi a fever an a furry tongue He really wisna weel That's the wye he's hingin luggit An he's wabbit an he's wae He's the faistest rinner in the class He's missin Sports, the day. The Bengal Tiger I am a Bengal tiger, Upon a fence I trippit, Fin it wis newly peintit, An yon is foo I'm strippit! Leddylanners Spottit semmit, Gollach's wings, Reistin far The harebell hings. Leddylanners, Ruby reid, Yer a drap o Fleein bluid. Pitter patter Doon ye faa Dowpin, deinty On the waa. The Heilan Coo MOO MOO MOO I'm a Heilan coo, Twa horns fur a hat, An a winnerfu view. I dinna ett sweeties, Or skirly or stew, MOO MOO MOO I'm a Heilan coo. Robin Reidbreist Fa's that stottin ower the sna? Robin Reidbreist, roon an sma Wi a fire upon his sark Tae licht his hoosie in the dark. The Robin Sang tune: Chick-chick-chicken Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Stottin up an doon sae reid Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a daud o breid? Fur ye michtna get a crumb till Xmas Nae even a shakk o seed Sae Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a daud o breid? Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a crust or twa? Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wi yer feathers broon an braw Fur the sky is cauld an wintry An I think it's gaun tae snaa Oh Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a crust or twa? Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a drap tae drink? Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Cause the pond's like a skatin rink An the icicles are jigglin An it's caulder than ye think Oh Rob-rob-rob-rob-robin Wid ye like a drap tae drink? The Cat's Pyjamas Ma's awa tae a hen nicht, A cluck o wifies claikin, Will she win hame wi a beak an caimb, Efter her meenlicht raikin? Da's awa tae a stag nicht. Will he staun in the street an roar? If he jynes the breed wi horns on its heid, Will we let him back ower the door? Da says I ett like a grumphie, Ma says I've the sense o a flee, Gran say's I'm the cat's pyjamas, Bit I say I'm jist me! Charity Shop Dalls an knickers, Lampshades, stickers, Kettles, forks Recycled claes Blankets, mochles, Buits an bauchles Selt, aa gyang their separate wyes. Scarfs an jammies Caps fur mannies Flooerpots on the windae sill Jam jars Go cars Xmas tree stars Cast aff trock Fills up the till. Can ye sell them? Aye, we will! Midgies Vampires roon the campfires, Heeze heeze heeze. Midgies, midgies, midgies, Dinna bite please! Ging tae Transylvania! Ging an takk a dook! Bit Midgies, midgies, midgies, Dinna takk a sook! The Slater Naebody likes me! I am a slater Ye chase me an squash me Bit I'm jist a craitur The same as a kittlin A dug or a moose An I dinna need Hauf as much Space in yer hoose! Towser the Tyke Far's ma lead? Far's ma dish? Far's ma tasty been? Bowf? Bowf? Bowf? Bowf? I bide in Aiberdeen. I am The faistest, fiercest, tyke That ye hae iver seen! Teacher Teacher's got a fite boord, Teacher's got a blackboord. Teacher's got a stick o chakk, computer an a pen Teacher's got a heidache, teacher takks a teabreak Dylon Buchan's fechtin Jamie Paterson again! Foo Mony Hoolets? Foo mony hoolets hoot Roon aboot the hoose? There's hungeret Horace Hoolet On the look-oot fur a moose There is genteel Harry Hoolet Suppin denner wi a speen There is scunnerin Hackit Hoolet Wi his oxters bowfin green. There is sleekit Hamish Hoolet Wi a doocot fur a nest There is a slystery Hetty Hoolet Wi her pudden doon her vest There is Hooligan the Hoolet Luikin fur some glaiss tae smash Flew intae a double decker Noo he's Hoolet-Instant-Mash There is Skinnymalinkie Hanna Fatty Hetty big an broon There's a hoolet caad Horatio Fa ay sleeps upside doon Foo mony hoolets Hoot roon aboot the hoose? As mony as the bubbles In a tin o orange juice! Dyeuk Custard wis ma favourite food As muckle's I cud swalla, Until the day I waukened up, Ma beak an feet war yalla! An noo, I plap aroon the warld A skyrie, dowie, dyeuk Wi a neb an twa flat flippers That's the colour o a plook! Hedgehog Dauchle awhile, an gie's yer crack. Michty! Siccan a jobby back! Preens fur a sark, like a beson's bristle, Yer as stobby's a dykside thrissle! Fin danger's near, Yer heid's in yer dowp. Tapsalteerie, ower ye cowp! Katy the Crocodile Katy the crocodile stappt her moo, Wi chocolate, chips an cheese. She raxxed yer jaws an she fullt her wame Wi puddens an cakes an peas. She fried her tatties, she fried her breid, In a pan o gruesome grease, An efter a year or twa o thon, Her belly it reached her knees. She cudna daunce, or sweem, or wauk, She jist grew fat an fatter. Fin Katy lowped in the jungle puil, There wis nae room left fur watter. She grew as roon as a green balloon, Till she ett her last meringue. Wi a terrible soon, frae taes tae croon She blew up wi a bang! Bath-Room Bogle Doon in the foon O oor fite bath, Dowpit on echt black legs, A wyver sits wi a smirk on its moo Wytin tae gie folk flegs. Turn on the tap! Sweel him awa! Belly, oxter, an lug! Ae black wyver On echt black legs Vanishin doon the plug! Guy Fawkes Tune: One more step... (An Action Song) James the Saxth rode intae Lonnon toon x3 Chorus: Far the Thames gaes rowin ower James the Saxth pit on the English croon x3 Guy Fawkes didna like the new king's wyes x3 He crept tae a cellar unner parliament x3 Guy Fawkes tried tae blaw the hale place up x3 They catched him an killt him doon in Lonnon toon x3 Licht the bonfires let them burn, burn, burn x3 Wee Neep It's Halloween, wee neep in the park! We'll teem yer belly We'll save yer sark Pit caunles inno yer twa neep een Fur a ghaistie-licht at Halloween. Mollochy Mowdie Mollochy Mowdie howks an howks Till up through the grun his black neb powks Mollochy Mowdie's blin's a bat He cudnae tell cake fae a fit d'ye caat Willie Wirm is tied in knots Because he disnae ken If it's his boddom or his tap That's heid or hinner-en! Forkietailie If I cud be a beastie I wadna be a snail Fa humfs his hoosie on his back Alang a slimey trail I wadna be a centipede Wi hauf a hunner beets And hauf a hunner socks tae rug Aroon ma gollach's queats If I cud be a beastie, I'd be a forkietail Wi a shears on my bihoochie And an armoured coat o mail. Octopus An octopus's oxters Are dichtit eence a day He soaps them wi a sea sponge Afore he gings tae play At fitbaa wi a mermaid A labster an a sole Bit every kick he catches, They can niver score a goal! Dinna be Roch tune: Holy Spirit Hear Us Dinna be roch be gentle Dinna be coorse be gweed Be polite an helpfu Think o anither's need Dinna tel lees be truthfu Dinna makk ithers greet Dinna be lazy, wirk hard Be kind tae fowk ye meet Dinna be rude or selfish Dinna gie chikk ava Takk tent an ay be cannie Things brakk if they should faa Dinna makk feels o ithers Dinna lauch at the weak Fin ither bairns miscaa ye Turn roon the ither cheek Dentist Dentist, dentist, ma tooth's sweet Will I need a fillin fin I'm dowpit in yer seat? If I pass yer check up, I'll promise that I'll eat An aipple or a tangie fur a treat, treat, treat. I'll clean ma teeth at bedtime, Finiver Derkness comes, Tae stop the germs wi clarty buits Fae dauncin on ma gums. Giraffe Skinnymalinkie lang legs Shanks like drinkin straas Nosey giraffe has legs like straas Fur teetin ower waas Bus Ching! Here's a pensioner. Wyte till she's on Move ower an gie her a seat, come on! Staunin room anely! Step ben, step ben! We hinna go aa day tae wyte, ye ken Click ging the wipers. Rainin again! Taxi Driver Taxi Driver, fit's yer fare Hurlin fowk fae here an there? Taxi Driver gin yer late Plane an pilot winna wait! Doctor Sen fur the doctor, my kyte's churnin Sen fur the doctor, my chikk's burnin I will takk a mixture or a great big peel Sen fur the doctor cause I'm nae weel Postie Dunt, gings the letterbox! My, fit a thrill! I got a letter. Mither got a bill Granny got her pension, Granda got a pack Sae aabody got somethin fae the pyoke on postie's back. The Warlock There wis a warlock tried tae makk A spell tae gar the lichtenin crack Bit fin he steered his muckle pot A drap o rain wis aa he got Till he can turn cheese tae chakk He's weirin L-plates on his back This work is protected by copyright. All rights reserved. The SCOTS Project and the University of Glasgow do not necessarily endorse, support or recommend the views expressed in this document. Information about document and author: Text Text audience Children (under 13s): General public: Males: Females: Audience size: 1000+ Text details Method of composition: Handwritten Word count: 2194 Text medium Book: Text publication details Published: Publisher: Self: Limited Edition / Thistle Reprographics Publication year: 2004 Place of publication: Aberdeen Text setting Education: Text type Poem/song/ballad: Other: Collection of poems Author Author details Author id: 112 Forenames: Sheena Surname: Blackhall Gender: Female Decade of birth: 1940 Educational attainment: University Age left school: 16 Upbringing/religious beliefs: Brought up Protestant, now Buddhist Occupation: Writer and supply teacher Place of birth: Aberdeen Region of birth: Aberdeen Birthplace CSD dialect area: Abd Country of birth: Scotland Place of residence: Aberdeen Region of residence: Aberdeen Residence CSD dialect area: Abd Country of residence: Scotland Father's occupation: Manager of Deeside Omnibus Service Father's place of birth: Aboyne Father's region of birth: Aberdeen Father's birthplace CSD dialect area: Abd Father's country of birth: Scotland Mother's occupation: Private Secretary Mother's place of birth: Aberdeen Mother's region of birth: Aberdeen Mother's birthplace CSD dialect area: Abd Mother's country of birth: Scotland Languages: Language: English Speak: Yes Read: Yes Write: Yes Understand: Yes Circumstances: Language: Gaelic; Scottish Gaelic Speak: Yes Read: Yes Write: Yes Understand: Yes Circumstances: Elementary. Gaelic choir. Poetry. Language: Scots Speak: Yes Read: Yes Write: Yes Understand: Yes Circumstances: