Abdy’s playin fitba

Ballin ,”kick i ba tae me!”

Soonds of girnin n whinin

Fowk whisperin tae me

Lassies skippin n rinin

It’s a nither normal day

In i playground!

Goin tae the beach

Sand in yer taes

Salt water in yer moo

Fowk freezin cald

As the waves come ower yer heed

Abdees laughin

You ging awa and get an ice-cream

As you come back

 it fas in the san

Fowk playin’ fitba afore school,

Bringin their bikes ti school,

The bell rings the bairns go inside,

Tae dae their work,

Play time comes,

It passes quick,

They finish a their work,

 lunch time comes,

The bairns eat their denner,

Ging oot ti i playground an play,

They play skippin an ’hide an tig,’

The bell soonds time tae line up,

They ging back inside,

Deen a their work,

Went hame loved the day.

Roaring cars awae,

Fowk shouting “Taxi!,”

Lads whispering “Lets get a bite tae eat,”

Auld folk buying newspapers,

Tae see fits gan on in the world,

anither day in toon.

Twa days in a trot its been rainin noo,

Fowk gain aboot we brollys,

Fan I go oot the windaes start to brack,

I feel bitties o hard rack aff ma heed,

I hear fowk jumping aboot in puddles,

As I come in fae that that huge shower ,

Gled to be hame.

Teeny wee beasties,

Eating awa at their food,

A tak im oot,

N’d gae im a clap,

een runs awa.

A put the other een back,

Am greetin ti misel,

Mi Ma comes in i room

”Av foond im,” she says.

The gerbil gings back in ‘is cage,

Tiny wee beasties,

Safe and soond.

Lassies runnin to get a the bargins,

Wee bairns scurlin, “I’ve lost ma ma,”

Listenin to the pingin o the tills,

Fowk whisperin, “I got this for twa pound,”

Ootside the shops there’s a sea a fowk,

I’m drappin a ma clithes as the fowk rush past,

Fit a day at the shops!