I have the scottish version !
Ode to the Spell Checker
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
miss steaks eye kin knot sea
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Whether eye am wrong oar write
It shows me straight a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is made
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew