One of Scroggie's astute poems reflecting on life in Scotland reads as follows:
'O there's bawbees in Lanark and siller in Skye
And profit in Hielands and Lowlands forbye,
But there's nae greater love that the heart could desire
Than to fleece the fine tourists in bonny Strathyre.
For it's up in the morn and awa' to the hill
Where the lang summer's days put a pound on the bill
And the peak of Ben Vorlich is no muckle higher
Than the price you can charge for high tea in Strathyre.
