Classic Poem

I.

Awa ' wi' yer tinsey sae braw!
Our troots winna thole it ava,
They've grown sae capricious,
Sonsie and vicious —
As weel may ye fish wi' a craw.

II.

The wits o' an eel I'll uphaud
Agen baith the gowk and his gaud,
Wha bounces and blethers
O'fancies and feathers,
Till the lugs o' the lieges are staw'd.

III.

Wee dour-lookin' huiks are the thing,
Moose body an' laverock wing;
There's mony a chiel ta'en ane
Wi' mauk or wi' mennin,
But the flee answers best in the spring.