O THE little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me, 'Tis sweeter than the sugar-plum that reepens on the tree, Wi' denty flavorin's o' spice an' musky rosemarie, The little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. 'Tis luscious wi' the stalen tang o' fruits frae ower the sea, An' e'en its fragrance gars me laugh wi' langin' lip an' ee, Till a' its frazen scheen o' white maun melten hinnie be -- Sae weel I luve the kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. O I luve the tiny kickshaw, an' I smack my lips wi' glee, Aye mickle do I luve the taste o' sic a luxourie, But maist I luve the luvein' han's that could the giftie gie O' the little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |