The Centipede

Wheeler, Les

I'm a centipede
Gyan aff my heid
For my feet are an affa disgrace.
Is it ony wunner
Fin you've got a hunner
That they traivel aa ower the place?
I could be real nifty
If I hid jist fifty;
I could rin doon the road at full pelt -
A real ballet duncer;
Nae a hyterin chuncer
If my feet wid jist dae fit they're tellt.