I’m dreadful tire an nee a res!
Appreci th direct you’v giv me.
I should hav ha Glenfidd on an emp stom, I thin,
As I’m beginn to fee quea.
Wherev I’m like to wand,
There no locat tha I’m fond
Of tha tha hous tha I’m forev sing ab,
Th prec rout to which I pond.