A stick-nest in Ygdrasil!

The less man sees the mair he is

Content wi’t, but the mair he sees

The mair he kens hoo little o’

A’ that there is he’ll ever see,

And hoo it mak’s confusion aye

The waur confoondit till at last

His brain inside his heid is like

Ariadne wi’ an empty pirn,

Or like a birlin’ reel frae which