Burns Nicht

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous bestie
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou needna start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men
Gang aft agley
An' leave us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!




(Well, I couldn't find a live mouse)!!!!  :-)