MIK – Men in Kilts
“Strapping lads in thick socks, and wild hair who rove the hills, blowing bagpipes in the mist, while wanting legs o’ lamb. Brooding men who sit on rocks, and rub the purple heather raw, and dream of dinner in the stars, with sheep-wool softened hands. With sheep-wool weave against their thighs, And blinding patterns ever nigh, The men in kilts will make me sigh, When they kick their legs up high.”

Ohkey….