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Translated by James Robertson

in ScotsTranslated into Scots by James Robertson

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The Gruffalo said it wid come tae nae guidIf a gruffalo roamed in the deep mirk widd.

But wan snawy nicht the Gruffalo’s Weanignores whit her faither has tellt her and tippy-taes oot

intae the cauld. Efter aw, there’s nae such thing asthe Muckle Mad Moose . . . is there?

Robertson

Julia DonaldsonIllustrated by Axel Scheffler

Translated into Scots by James Robertson

The Gruffalo said it wid come tae nae guid

If a gruffalo roamed in the deep mirk widd.

“How no, how no?” “Because, hae nae doot,

The Muckle Mad Moose will find ye oot.

I saw him yince, wee wean o mine.

We met thegither lang, lang syne.”

“Whit like is he? Gonnae tell us, Paw?

Is he awfie muckle and mad and aw?”

The Gruffalo said, “It’s queer indeed,

But I cannae richt mind,” – and he scartit his heid.

“The Muckle Mad Moose is awfie strang,

And his scaly tail is awfie lang.

His een are like dubs fou o burnie fire,

And his awfie whuskers are teuch as wire.”

Wan snawy nicht, as the Gruffalo snored,

The Gruffalo’s Wean thocht, “I’m pure bored.”