To a Mouse

To a MouseOn Turning her up in her Nest with the PloughWee, 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 laith to rin an' chase theeWi' murd'ring pattle!I'm truly sorry man's dominionHas broken nature's social union,An' justifies that ill opinionWhich makes thee startleAt me, thy poor earth-born companion,An'