Burns
Hey Robby
You sure is my bro
Look at past; our clothes
We grew with same mind
Invading the poor's nests
You wrote mouse
I wrote rat
"Don't worry"
You told her
"Don't worry"
I told them
You ploughed in the farm
In deserts
I'd escaped of terror; on the run
You're bro
See our wears
We may seem brainless
In skin we are rough
Soft cloud, our heads, hearts
We show tough but are kind
We can't take
We can't sit
We're bros
Sorry man I was dumb
Unaware I was numb
I had lost good bro
Repenting for my wrong
I will be a Scott
I will sing to bagpipes
With whisky; the scotch
I will fill my tummy
I will eat what will kill
You know what?
Yes ‘Haggis'
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