The Vollavon


The Vollavon is a funny wee thing

Plays the bagpipes and loves to sing;

By the side of a loch you can find him there;

But, please tread carefully, if you’ve a care

For the Vollavon is timorous and shy

And he’ll run away if he sees you by.


The Vollavon are no more to hear

For many centuries ago

They did disappear

And all you catch is a glimpse of fur

A shadowy image of him, or her;

As they blow a tune

By the light of the Moon;

And then they fade away,

So they say, not a moment too soon.


2 responses to “The Vollavon

  1. Oh I was expecting it to be related to the Vol au vent – silly me!

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