To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, November, 1785
to a mouse, on turning her up in her with the plough, november, 1785
wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
o, what a panic's in thy breastie!
thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle!
i wad be ith to rin an' chase thee,
wi' murd&# pattle!
i'm truly sorry man's dominion,
has broken nature's social union,
an' justifies that ill opinion,
which makes thee startle
at me, thy poor, earth-born panion,
an' fellow-mortal!
i doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
what then? poor beastie, t
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