Silently on Burns Night Eve,
the turn of Mr Overall's key;
all the garden locked in mackerels and ice,
a silver fishy freeze,
except his wintry cluster of Whitby bees.
Wings plucked, flightless now, shivering,
around their Mrs Overall Queen they cling;
every bee a gift of heat;
she will not freeze
within the wintry cluster of Whitby bees.
Bring me for my Burns Night gift
a single golden jar;
let me taste the sweetness there,
but the haggis leave
some Scotch to feed the wintry cluster of Whitby bees.
Gness to visit Mrs O on Burns Night Eve
to see the Guiness and Gin fed hive,
trembling marigolds cloistered above,
and then, tony, the maiming catrastophe believe,
Bless the wintry cluster of Whitby bees.