Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's

At Length His Lonely Cot Appears In View, Beneath The Shelter Of An Aged Tree; Th' Expectant Wee-things, Toddling, Stacher Thro' To Meet Their Dad, Wi' Flichterin Noise An' Glee.

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

The Best Plans Of Men And Mice Often Go Awry.

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.