We first met in the Curlers’ Rest
In the posh west end of toon
Subdued but ever smiling
Pained but never doon.
Cavorting on her papa’s back
Getting carried round the bar
Twas a journey I never realised
Would take us oh so far.
Three months passed
Then I learned
She needed money to board a plane
Send for Mouldy, Kev n Rob
We’re going psychalling again.
Fae Forres and the Mechies ground
To Sneckie and the game
Rattling her own wee bucket, lass
Collecting money all the same.
She got on that plane,
We nearly met
In Newark, New York City
But our flights missed out by a single day
Wee Eileidh sitting pretty.
To Michie, several times she went
We met on each return
Glasgow Airport, 7am
Coffee and hugs fae the bairn.
Scribbling on the landmark flag,
At Celtic Park and more
Her hand is on there multi times
Possibly three or four.
The Puddles brand was born that day
It hailed on the Celtic Way
Then the sun came out and Eileidh danced
In the puddles come what may.
Anna took the flag to Poland
And came back with a bear
Eileidh put it on her head
Grinning, despite being sair.
In Straya, a spirit was kindled
A passion burning fire
Puddles, a song so beautiful
To lift our spirits higher.
We last met up in Autumn
She was in fantastic form
Dixon appeared, her magic cat
Cuddles in the storm.
We know that these are dark, dark days
But nothing will deter
The love that we all feel for Puds
Praying for a miracle cure.
Go Gold, we say
Go Gold for she
The one who always smiles
To her I dedicate every day
Through the storms and all those miles.
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