If There 's A Hole

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

But Mousie, Thou Art No Thy Lane 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!