Merry Burns Night!

Happy Burns Night to all! And a happy 250th birthday to ol' Rabbie.
I am sadly lack a Haggis, so no addressing with...
'Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!'
I do have a wee Mousie though, in the form of my 'Hickory Dickory Dock' brooch:

So perhaps a little 'To A Mouse'...
(read in as heavy a Scots accent as you can!)

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering 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 startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!