Still Bleeding

Still working on the Scottish medley. Stop Your Ticklin', Jock has run into a stone wall (I'll leave it to you to guess the tag for the parody of that one), but, in the meantime, here's an idea for A Wee Deoch-n-Dorris (if that's how you spell the song title; googling it turned up several variants that I'm certain are wrong):

Shouldn't we talk to Doris?
Just a wee talk, that's a'.
But if she should ignore us,
We'll have to tell her Pa.
There's a bun in the oven,
And the wolf's at the door
(If you can say,
"Rubber baby buggy bumpers,"
You know the score).

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Looking this over in cold print, I can see that about half of it is dummy lyric. But getting the first sketch done is usually the hard part; fiddling with it is not only easier, but most gratifying to my obsessive-compulsive tendencies.