Rolling hills, little cottages, and greenness,
The sheep, the cows, and a fair bit of rain,
We start in Edinburgh, go to Loch Ness
See a monster from the road’s fast lane.
Castles in Edinburgh and in Urquhart,
A night’s stay in a Fort Augustus B&B,
With only a little sun, a work of art
Even if it’s all a tad bit windy.
And then there’s the haggis, the meat pie,
The Scottish breakfast, and the chips,
Not great, but not bad, I won’t deny
With which we all quickly came to grips.
JK Rowling’s favorite coffee shop,
Her inspirational cemetery just next door.
At the train to Hogwarts, we make a stop
As we drive our cherry red Peugeot.
Hag ·gis: a traditional pudding made of the heart, liver, etc., of a sheep or calf, minced with suet and oatmeal, seasoned, and boiled in the stomach of the animal.