There seems to be an obsessional interest south of the border regarding our midgies (note spelling). We sometimes get a little annoyed with them ourselves but don't bother with magic potions , just retire to the house and perhaps write a poem about them. Here is one, not about any old midgies, but about the Caithness midgie, I hope you all like it.
Ye 'll meet him here, ye 'll meet him 'ere
By roadie, park or bridgie
There's no a pest on a' 'e earth
Can rouse ye lik' 'e midgie.
He 'll sample both yir airms and legs
He 'll mak ye cross an' fidgie
He 'll niver let ye rest in paice
'E tantalising midgie.
He's blistered a' my nose and ears
A'm spreckled lek a pidgie
A try a smok' til scare him off
Bit faigs he's door 'e midgie.
'E shepherd herdin' on 'e hill
'E toff that's in 'e lodgie
'E love affairs o' Jack and Jill's
Attended by 'e midgie.
A've traivelled ower 'e seven seas
An up 'e Murrumbudgee
Bit roch altho' they were at times
They're nothin 'til 'e midgie.
Against 'e fleag, moose an' clock
A hev a violent grudgie
Boot blast, 'e worst o' insec' trock
'E tempen, foosum midgie.
