The smartest of dandies is young Mr. Bee, Who is known by the name of Bumble; His life is a short one, but merry and free: They're mistaken who call him "Humble." Clad in black velvet, with trimmings of yellow, He knows well enough he's a fine-looking fellow; And, hiding away a sharp little dagger, He dashes about with a confident swagger, While to show he's at ease, and to tell of his coming, A tune he is always carelessly humming. Eating or drinking, or looking for pleasure Fit for the tastes of a person of leisure, Down where the meadow is sunny and breezy, In the red clover, he takes the world easy; Or, feeling the need of a little diversion, He makes to the garden a pleasant excursion, And into a lily or hollyhock dodging | With quiet assurance he takes up his lodging. With a snug little fortune invested in honey, Young Bumble Bee lives like a prince, on his money, And, scorning some plodding relations of his, he Leaves hard labor to them,—his cousins named "Busy." D. B. Barnard. Divider
Buttercup and Daisy
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