Smoke and mirrors - final message for Moira

[xp_daytripper]

Friday morning, during Moira's Biology class, there's a flash of greenish light and a cloud of multicoloured smoke, and a parchment appears on the desk in front of her. The following poem is written on it:


O wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the aingry airt,
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.
Or did misfortune's bitter storms
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
The bield should be my bosom,
To share it a', to share it a'.

Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
The desert were a Paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there;
Or were I monarch o' the globe,
Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign,
The brightest jewel in my crown
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen!

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Added at the end...

Obviously, I didn't write this one. Burns had it just about right,
though.

Love,
Nate

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Pay no attention to the witch peeking through the glass inset in the classroom door with the broad grin on her face...