Fin asked, fit is a yeitie?
Ane wid describe its class, t'ither, its mak
Its station in the hierarchy o birds,
Its dietary fads, an reproduction.

Nae me; a yalla yeitie's soun,
A simmer cheepin in the lug
That connachs wirds.

An fit's a larick wid?
A widsman widna dauchle in the tellin ...
Timmer, rosit, an trunk, A quick faa, a keen aix,
A pun in the pooch, fur fellin.

Nae tae me — a wid's a hantle mair:
A green win — a reeshle i' the air,
A lane stag, bellin ...

Sae gin ye'd speir,
Fit think I o this body, or anither,
I canna weel conceive an answer
B' the wirkins o the mind,
Een may deceive.
The hawk, sae spruce, refined,
Is bred tae reive
An sae is aften sib tae humankind.

I ken fowk as the strummin o a harp,
They either strik accord or strik a sharp!