Why, certainly. [Adopting a perfect Scottish brogue--this is where he was born and raised, after all, though he doesn't sound it--he begins.]

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

[He recites the entire poem from beginning to end.]