Scotland needs a tree of life.
No more abused, neglected wife.
Trees are green. Scotland will bloom.
By casting off this Tory gloom.
Theresa May, what do you say?
How many rapists do you pay?
Bob Lambert’s undercover team?
Our neighbours are not what they seem?
Special Branch roots sink so deep.
Mothers raped. Babies weep.
Boris The Spider. Crawling creep.
Ref’rendum-springboard lets us leap.
The End of Scotland’s nightmare sleep.