POEMS
A RIDDLE
MY colour's brown, my shape's uncouth,
On ilka side I hae a mouth,
And, strange to tell, I will devour
My bulk of meat in half-an-hour.
MY colour's brown, my shape's uncouth,
On ilka side I hae a mouth,
And, strange to tell, I will devour
My bulk of meat in half-an-hour.