In the land of the Scots, there is a great dish
For which a valiant young sheep did lose his life
And lo! the offal he did become
Mixed with all manner of ingredients
And stuffed into a bag of stomach
Where he boiled for thrice an hour's time
When the savory concoction ceased to cook
Out it was brought, on a platter fine
And it was placed upon the table
To be consumed with spirits for a merry feast
In the land of the Scots, there is a great dish
By the name, folks say, haggis!
Clearly, I've got nothing on ages of Scottish tradition; I mean, who can beat this?
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