It's that time of year in Scottish schools. Heading towards Burn's Day, a lot of the children are learning Scots poems. Once learned never forgotten.
These lessons are based on a Scots poem that I learned at school called "The Corbie".
A corbie sits at the tap o’ thon tree,
And he’s lookin doon wi his black black ee,
And hes crying oot wi a “Caw Caw Caw”
“If you try to sclimb up, You are sure tae
fa”
My father says it'll
no be lang,
Afore I’m big an
supple and strang
An' i'll sclimb up an I'll no fall,
An' we'll see if the Corbie cries Caw! Caw! Caw!
My mither says its a daft-like ploy
But my faither could dae it when he wis a boy!
A Corbie is a crow!
What a great excuse to get the messy charcoal out (to the horror of the class teachers). Can you believe the children are only 5!
