It is reported that a gold nugget has been found in a Scottish river and that it may be worth £50,000 which would be more than ten times its normal value as a 2.75 Troy ounce piece of gold.
When we were young we were all told,
If you wanted a croc of gold,
The best place by a league or mile,
Was somewhere in the Emerald Isle.
There was a clue of where to try:
You simply looked up in the sky,
And where the rainbow met the ground,
Was where the gold was to be found.
Imagine, then, the great surprise,
When focussed by a pair of eyes,
A lump of gold, a real treat,
Which these criteria don’t meet.
So, first of all, the place don’t match,
We are in Scotland, there’s the catch,
And rainbows neither can be seen,
Plus grass all the wrong shade of green.
But, nonetheless, the gold was found,
Not, as expected, underground,
But in a shallow river where,
It just looked like a pebble there.
It was kept secret for a while,
For fear the river – not the Nile –
Be attacked by – and there are lots –
Some kilted, money-grabbing Scots.
I should, perhaps, apologise,
For my words here were not so wise,
And Scots like that, I’m pretty sure,
Are not a lot but rather fewer.
So there, I’ve tried to make amends,
So Scots can still with me be friends;
They are the greatest race all right,
But, by God, they can be so tight!