To a mouse: Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, Oh, what a panic's in the breastie ! Thou needria start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickerin brattle ! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murderin' pattle ! I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken nature's social union, And justifies that ill opinion wich makes thee startle at me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal !

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live I
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request:
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave,
An' never miss't !

If you my dear reader;
Do not understand I will gladly
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