When my DD and family first moved to Argyll, one of the first things my DGD, age 6, had to do was learn a poem in Scots dialect for a competition that the schools were running. She learned the poem, but was at a distinct disadvantage, being the new girl, and English to boot! The first line of the poem was, "My mother thinks that we hae mice, that can open air ticht tins.
Should I have been a better person?



