Insignificant Existence

HERE are a number of us creep Into this world, to eat and sleep; And know no reason why we're born, But only to consume the corn, Devour the cattle, fowl, and fish, And leave behind an empty dish. The crows and ravens do the same, Unlucky birds of hateful name; Ravens or crows might fill their place, FOR A' THAT And swallow corn and carcasses, Then if their tombstone, when theydie, Be n't taught to flatter and to lie, There's nothing better will be said Than that "they've eat up all their bread, Drunk up their drink, and gone to bed."