The dall, since glen tae me
Wis jeelin as dule.
Wis't a gift, or a tool
A likeness o whit quines sud be?
Fit weird a lassie maun dree?

Fyeuchie's a wirm,
Fooshionless, blae, still-born
Wis the dall that cam tae bide;
Ice-fite wifikie
Teem as a tomb inside.

"Mama" wis its anely trick
Its robot-automaton-spik
It wis paragon-pure's John Knox.
I'd leifer hae kistit nur cuddlit it
Cauld, in its fantoosh box.

It wis a plastic wummin.
An affliction afore the een
It wis hard as a steen

Gin it hid bin a statue, I micht hae likit it
Gin it hid bin a symbol I micht hae deciphered it
Gin it hid bin an idol, I micht hae worshipped it.
Bit a mummer, a puppet
A dreid, dumb dall
God help's, I cudna abide it!