• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    I often keep thinking and thinking
    Of the changes now everywhere;
    While I’m dozing nodding and blinking
    Sitting in my old armchair.
    I know our inventors are clever –
    To belittle them I would be slow,
    But I wonder at times shall we ever
    Be able to fly like a crow.

    With big gander wings a brave bouchail
    From his chimney top tried it one day,
    He had luck – he came down in the dunghill;
    T’was softer than pavement or clay.
    Men can sit in their planes and go flying;
    But that is a different show.
    They will fly if they bravely keep trying
    And take a few tips from the crow.

    MICHAEL MULLIN ‘The Bard of Foremass
    Foremas Lower, Sixmilecross.