“To a Mouse” by Robert Burns

1785. Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast, O, what a panic is in your little breast! You need not start away so hasty With argumentative chatter! I would be loath to run and chase you, With murdering plough-staff. I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, And justifies that ill opinion Which makes […]

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