It was with unforgiving knocks
that Tavish clobbered Billy Fox,
who had for months been in the mood
for Tavish’s seat at Holyrood.
The seat was unobtainable
and Billy unsustainable.
Against the future let him fight.
It is his curse. It is his plight.
At countless windmills let him tilt.
His travails will be sadly spilt.
Bridge of Walls.