Nature or Nurture? ©

A nation's gift a son with such a turn
Of phrase that still we salute him
Where did this spring from
Whose gift was this to Robert
His legacy lingers and lasts

Did his Mother whisper kind words
Did his Father sing the old songs
Or did the gossip the guidwife
Weave her magical spell that January day
In the storm

I only know that were it tapped out
Only in rhythm
I would still hear and recognise Burns
Still be moved by fond kisses
And be embraced by the common man