On the North West of Burray, Jolly Farmer Ed and Jo sat,
Watching seals, whales and dolphins, with two dogs and a black cat.
Now and again, mooing noises were heard with a lightened orange glow,
Across the field, near the old wooden gate, beside the cliffs of Scapa Flow…
Are these noises from the Smoozles, the old Orcadian folk tale,
Of creatures that are never seen and leave a silent trail?
OR
Could it be maybe something else, hiding out of sight?
To discover the truth of what it is… read this book tonight.
