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!

It's... It was a shrew...

And now for something completely the same!

Ladies and gentlemen! Sir Billy Connolly!!!

Thank ye, Mortka! Małysz, it wis very guid. Here is ma tak. The fou version.
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