The Scots Canary

Yon wee yella-heided bird, I see rising frae the stour
A song o breid and cheese, brought on a summer’s breeze
Frae a post afore the muir
Brings fond memories back, tae a stony track
Where harebells nod, neath the rabbity whins
And winds its way below, yon wee beech row
That was shaped with the wind
               Gavin Stevenson, "Huntin' the Buntin'"