Mankind Is A Science That Defies Definitions.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her Robe Assume Its Vernal Hues Her Leafy Locks Wave In The Breeze, All Freshly Steep'd In The Morning Dews.

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.