of mice and men

To a Mouse

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a 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' murdering pattle...

Not turning up nests with ploughs but turning up noses with needles woo look at me go, I've fed them up a bit since my first feeble attempt and I think I can say they could almost be called cute now but not in the politely forced smile sort of a way you use when trying to cover your instinctively shivering spine as you're shown and expected to admire the pet rats of a vermin-loving acquaintance...