There were twa doos sat in a dookit; Twa wise-like birds, and round they luikit; An' says the ane unto the ither, "What dae ye see, my good brither?" "I see some pickles o' gude strae, An' wheat some fule has thrown away; For a rainy day they should be boukit." - Sae doon they flew frae aff their dookit. The snaw will come an' cour the grund, Nae grains o' wheat will then be fund; They pickt a' up, an a' were boukit, Then round an' round again they luiket. O lang he thocht, an lang he luiket, An' aye his wise-like head he shook it; "I see, I see, what ne'er should be, I see what's seen by mair than me. "Wae's me, there's thochtless, lang Tam Grey, Aye spending what he's no to pay; In wedlock, to a taupie hookit, He's ta'en a doo, but has nae dookit. "When we were young it wa na sae; Nae rummelgumpshion folk now hae; What gude for them can e'er be luiket, When folk tak' doos that hae nae dookit!"
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