  Once I heard a Christian Science lady who was very wise, Say that love is all about us in all things of every size, And if we each day would utter "God is love" to everything Not a thing on earth would hurt us with its claws, or horns, or sting. So believing what she told me, when a hornet I did meet, Graciously I smiled upon him and with words of love did greet This most wicked of all insects who refused good friends to be But rewarded my advances by most cruelly stinging me. So, my little friends, take warning and of love though you may sing |
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