With the UK hit this weekend by snow, here’s my Scots-dialect ode to the joys of the cold white stuff that we all curse.
Ye can mak it intae snawmen
Tall an’ glistnin’ white
Ye can pack it intae snawba’s
That ye chuck wi’ a’ yer might
Ye can skite on it doon hillsides
Sat on an auld bin lid
There’s a hunderd ways that snaw is fun
But the one that’s really guid
Is tae grab a great big handfae
An’ creep up on yer freend
Then shove it doon his neck an rin’
Afore he kicks yer peer hint-eend
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