Feeling the Burns

When GoodGym gangs oot intae the street,

Our red clad pals tae surely meet,

And runs up tae a grand auld school,

That has wet wipes fae one and all,

We find the job simple and plain,

Just wipe the dust, scrub ev'ry stain,

From corridor to lofty stair,

We made short work of whit wis there;

Then oot tae warm up with a quick Strip the Willow,

Afore heading awa' tae oor welcoming pillows,

Hame again noo and tucked up tight!

On this, the eve of Rabbie Burns Night 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿