Dinnae daeve me
Wi braggarts,
Bletherumskites.
Tongues that’d clip cloots,
Clish-ma-claver,
Gibble-gabble, girns, grumphs.
Skinnie-ma-Lizzie,
Never said a word,
The wee cratur.
Slithered on stumpy legs
Frae a lochan (in a wee crater),
Put her fit doon.
Stampit her mark.
Nae art, nae kiddin,
Yet her truith abides for aye.
‘Lizzie was here.’
In this land.
Heezes ma hert,
The wee scone.
Don’t bother me with boasts, careless talk, idle tittle-tattle,
arrogant nonsense, moans and groans. I prefer the style of ‘Thin
Lizzie’, who never even spoke. Though a tiny creature, with stubby
legs, she’s a vital link in our evolutionary story. Despite a lack
of art or artifice she’s left an enduring mark on Scotland that
makes me reflect. I’m proud of her.