A friend on Facebook put the attached photo and caption on his page, warning us that the haggis should be protected from the unwelcome attention by dogs.
Clearly this is a problem in some parts of Scotland, and probably has been for some time.
With that in mind, I decided that it was time that the haggis be celebrated in verse, so here we go:
The fretful haggis Behold! the fretful haggis Treads o'er the bonny braes A-dreaming of fair haggis maids Whose beauty always stays. But if he canna find a mate All draped aboot wi' neeps. The haggis digs a wee dark cave And in there rests and sleeps. But O! the fretful haggis Though sheltered, warm and dry. Has great desire tae grow Large wings, so he can fly. Tae fly would be the haggis' dream Above the peaty bogs To soar wi' eagles and wi' gulls And tantalise the dogs. Alas! the fretful haggis Will ne'er develop wings. He'll end up on a dinner plate With tatties, neeps and things.