There's an old poem by Scottish author Robert Burns. It's called To A Mouse. The part of this poem that everyone remembers is from the second-to-last stanza.
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!It's the
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