I kenn't a girl frae Scone, Her name wis Kate McBurnie, Went for a ride oan a moatir-bike, Fell aff an' broke her Journey

A girl oan the brig at midnight , Her boady all a-quiver, Her Leg fell aff, fell ower the brig, An' floated down the river.

Ane an' ane are twa, If ane an' ane should mairry, An are-na three within a year, There's twa an' ane tae cairry! -----Verses of your own are easily added; simply a series of limericks....