Now we will probably have some intergalactic visitor tell us to quieten down or they will put a by pass through our orbit.

"Mars is braw in crammasy,
Venus in a green silk goun,
The auld mune shaks her gowden feathers,
Their starry talk's a wheen o blethers,
Nane for thee a thochtie sparin'
Earth thou bonnie broukit bairn!
- But greet, an in your tears ye'll droun
- The hail clanjamfrie!"

Hugh MacDiarmid, Lowland Scots. 'wheen o' blethers' tr. as nonsense. 'greet' means weep.