Calling all Bards in Conington

Calling all bards in Conington,

But not any old Etonian,

We must all become true word Magus,

To eat our way through the Haggis,

We shall drink and talk and feast,

Enjoying the flat Anglian east,

And the night shall not come to a halt,

Until we have drunk the last drop of malt.

James Kelman