An elasticated canvas, strung atween fower poles,
Balanced high on sturdy legs, wrapped wi' nettin' fu' o' holes.
They ca' this toy a plaything, for kiddies young and old,
Where fearties jiggle up an' doon, much higher if they're bold.
But for me this toy's a death trap, sure to do you harm
For if ye land gie awkward, you could break your bloody arm.
But the chances o' an accident, an' I swear that this is true,
Are twa hunner times higher, if ye try it when yer fu'