by J M Caie
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Born and educated In the North-East, Caie
was a lecturer in agriculture who became a senior civil servant in the
Department of Agriculture. His poems come from his upbringing in the
country around Fochabers in Banffshire. The Puddock has long been
a favourite recitation piece for schools.
A puddock sat by the lochans
An he thocht there was never a puddock like him.
He sat on his hurdies, he waggled his legs,
An cockit his heid as he glowered throu the seggs.
The bigsy wee cratur was feelin that prood,
He gapit his mou an he croakit oot lood:
Gin yed a like tae see a richt puddock, quo he,
Yell never, Ill sweer get a better nor me.
Ive femlies an wives an a weel-plenished hame,
Wi drink for my thrapple an meat for my wame.
The lasses aye thocht me a fine strappin chiel.
An I ken Im a rale bonny singer as wed.
Im nae gyaun tae blaw, but the truth I maun tell
I believe Im the verra MacPuddock himsel.'
A heron was hungry an needin rae
Sae he nabbit th puddock and gollupt him up;
Syne runkled his feathers: A peer thing, quo he,
But puddocks is nae fat they eesed tae be.