The Haggii

The Haggis lives a solitary life

On mountainsides and braes

Foraging, for slugs and snails

Is how he spends his days
 

But come the rutting season

A change in him you’ll find

He’ll go out searching, high and low

For others of his kind
 

His plumage changes colour

From brown to scarlet red

A pair of tree like antlers

He sports upon his head
 

Then if a female he should sense

On hind legs, at full height

Lets out his raucous mating call

In the Scottish summer night
 

The pair perform their mating dance

In amongst the heather

Then when the dance is over

Go at it, hell for leather
 

In just six weeks the brood is born

And unlike any other

They suckle at their fathers breast

And not that of the mother
 

When the weaning’s over

They’ll go their separate ways

Foraging for slugs and snails

On the mountains and the braes
 

If you find yourself in Scotland

And you hear a raucous cry

Still your heart, be not afraid

Tis just the Haggii