TO A POET-CRITIC
Yes,—the bee sings—I confess it—Sweet as honey—Heaven bless it!—Yit he’d be asweetersingerEf he didn’t have no stinger.
Yes,—the bee sings—I confess it—Sweet as honey—Heaven bless it!—Yit he’d be asweetersingerEf he didn’t have no stinger.
Yes,—the bee sings—I confess it—Sweet as honey—Heaven bless it!—Yit he’d be asweetersingerEf he didn’t have no stinger.
Yes,—the bee sings—I confess it—
Sweet as honey—Heaven bless it!—
Yit he’d be asweetersinger
Ef he didn’t have no stinger.