...what a panics in thy breastie!

have just remembered why I know this Robert Burns poem - learnt it at school and recited it in Strathy Village Hall at a Burns Supper. There was snow coming in through the roof and drifting through the warm air before it melted...

To a mouse (On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough)
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Not sure what it has to do with fabric design except that its very evocative...perhaps I'll read the whole thing again with a fresh eye.

http://www.robertburns.org/works