Happy Birthday Sawny Blue Eyes
I may be a dutter,
Or even a nutter,
Embroiled in a true-stew.
He makes us all mutter
And then start to stutter,
As brilliant orbs come into view.
Bread swiped with butter
Sets hearts all aflutter,
Wit’ big eyes of bonny blue!
Thoughts in a clutter
spitter and sputter,
What in the world shall we do?
Our minds in the gutter
Together we utter
“gie that fab-lad his just due!”
Happy Birthday, Jamie!!!!
A deeply grateful,
Outlander Anatomist