Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,  O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!  Thou need na start awa sae hasty,            Wi’ bickerin brattle!  I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee            Wi’ murd’ring pattle!  I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion  Has broken Nature’s social union,  An’ justifies that ill opinion,            Which makes thee… Leer más A un ratón: Robert Burns