I looked up Robert Fergusson as part of a training exercise based on a mental health theme. Obviously, The Daft-days has a rueful irony about it as the poet was to be admitted to Edinburgh's Bedlam asylum shortly before his short time was up. I think I'll have to look into Lallans and Auld Reekie vernacular to get the full benefit from this poem, a lot of the references are beyond me, looking at it for the first time. I didn't realise the wee statue at the church in the Canongate commemorated this poet, whose general wit and joie de vivre seemed to disintegrate into a mass of religious obsession. The same kind of thing happened to me at a similar age. Thankfully, there's a greater likelihood of some kind of cure for these ailments nowadays, although it's not necessarily an easy journey. I'm gonna go read the poem again. Ciao.