'My Grandpa Turned Me Into Robbie Burns Mouse' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘Grandpa turned me into Rabbie Burns Mouse’

Whilst celebrating the birth of Rabbie Burns
The Mother after so many twists and turns
Gave birth to a bouncing baby boy
Filled the fathers heart with joy
The grandpa lifts the baby high
And like a banshee gave a cry
You’ll be a man with concerns
You’ll be a poet like Rabbie Burns
You’ll write about “Mans inhumanity to man”
And fight to save old Ireland
You’ll fight “a Nation of rogues”
like they did at bolavogue
You’ll charge them roaring, you won’t wait
And you’ll lead us into a free state
You’ll rid us of quislings and such
Give us freedom “No monarch can touch”
But alas, grandpa don’t you know it
You turned me into a poet
A wandering poet “Who did dally”
“On British ground to rally”
I know you think, your kin has been blighted
And “British wrongs must be righted”
But in my heart and in “my Breastie”
I’m a “Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim’rous Beastie
MICMAC