The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.