O THE little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me, 'Tis sweeter than the sugar-plum that reepens on the tree, Wi' denty flavorin's o' spice an' musky rosemarie, The little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. 'Tis luscious wi' the stalen tang o' fruits frae ower the sea, An' e'en its fragrance gars me laugh wi' langin' lip an' ee, Till a' its frazen scheen o' white maun melten hinnie be -- Sae weel I luve the kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. O I luve the tiny kickshaw, an' I smack my lips wi' glee, Aye mickle do I luve the taste o' sic a luxourie, But maist I luve the luvein' han's that could the giftie gie O' the little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENETIAN BLIND by HELEN DARBY BERNING CLOUD-LIFE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ANNA, THY CHARMS by ROBERT BURNS A STORY AT DUSK by ADA CAMBRIDGE YOUTH AND AGE by CAROLINE CLIVE ANN POVERTY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |