Oh, dear! Am I too late ??

Can I apologise in advance for what follows.

Firstly, it may not be a song, as I don't have a tune for it. Does anyone know a tune for Burns-style stanzas ?

Secondly, I've taken some liberties with the language. I know some of the orthography is wrong in this one, but I haven't had time to polish it.

Anyway, here goes ...

To a Moose

Big, glaikit, horned hairy beastie
O, what a panic's in my breastie
Thou makst me start away sae hasty
When from the forest
Thou rushed at me as thou wouldst chase me
And my wee motor

Thou saw the Volvo coming fast
Thou heardst the horn I gie'd a blast
I braked, and tho' I nearly crashed
I stopped in time
And O, but I was very fashed,
Baith me an' mine

And there ye stood and glared at me
I saw the divil in yer ee
I saw ye loup, for to be free
And I'm no kiddin' ye
Then crash! Yer hoof, it hit my knee
Right through the windae

My we bit Volvo now in ruin!
It's windscreen tae the winds is stewin
An naething now, to buy a new ane
Wi banknotes green
Or try a claim on the insurance –
They'll no be keen!

But Moosie, thou art no thy lane
In proving driving may be vain
The best- laid routes o' moose and man
And even possum
Can lead us whaur we wouldna'gang –
Is that no awesome!