Jamie McDonald was a big boy
With reddish brown hair on his head.
He liked to play football and hide-n-seek,
And hated when it was time for bed.
More than anything in the world
Jamie didn’t like to wear his kilt.
He’d much rather play with his cars and blocks
And was proud of the castle he’d built.
His mum told him they had to go to town
And he needed to dress up that night.
“You have to wear your kilt,” she said.
Jamie screamed and put up quite a fight.
“I don’t want to wear it!” He shouted out loud.
He’d much rather wear his blue jeans.
“I’ll eat all my spinach, if I don’t have to go.
I’ll even eat all my green beans.”
But his mum insisted he wear it that night;
They were going to a party so grand.
“All the other lads will be wearing their kilts too,
And there will be a dance with a band.”
“I don’t want to wear it!” That’s all he could say
And he hid under the bed with his toys.
“Come out of there Jamie McDonald, right now
Or you won’t get to play with other boys.”
Jamie put on the kilt and his tam
And went to the party with a pout.
But when he saw all the pastries and cakes,
He did a complete turnabout.
Everyone was dressed in their kilts;
All the dads and the uncles did too.
Jamie smiled once again and stuffed his face
With cream puffs until he turned blue.
He ate shortbread and tablet and Orkney fudge;
He ate bramble pie and lollipops green.
He ate marmalade and lemon curd pies;
“That’s the best food that I’ve ever seen.”
He didn’t mind wearing his kilt, he didn’t care at all.
He danced the Highland fling with his dad.
He clapped his hands to the loud band and said,
“It’s the best time that I’ve ever had.”