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But, Mousie, thou art no thy-lane, (not alone)
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!
Robert Burns, "To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785"
I once turned up a mouse's nest whilst ploughing, a Pied Wagtail snapped up the babies very quickly. That quite surprised me.
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
Rabelais
Last edited by Farmer John; 26th August 2020 at 08:02.
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