Look you’re seek an ahm seek o hingin aboot in this scunneration o a shady jungle.
So lets swing o-er tae whaur there’s a bare hirsty humple an beek in the sun fur a change.
Ah ken the oof, like a dug, is fair fain fur it.
beek: warm oneself, bask.
Look you’re sick fed up and I’m sick fed up of hanging about in this object of our disgust, the shady jungle.
So let us swing over to where there is a dry stony hillock where we may bask in the sun for a change.
I know the wolf, like a dog, loves it.