The grun’ did shoogle, and nae mistake ’Twas surely some pow’r the rocks did shake
The dugs beneath the tables did scoot As fowk wunnered whit it was a’ aboot Wis it a muckle, burstin’ purse
That landed wi’ a thump, an’ burst? Yon hot sauce can be a scunner Maybe ’twas it that caused the thunner ‘Whit pow’r did it?’ went up the shout Richter 2.4 – the Brussels sprout!