THE FATUOUS FLOWER.
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”
nce on a time a Bumblebee
Addressed a Sunflower. Said he:
“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it true
What everybody says of you?”
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,
How shouldIknow what people say?
Why should I even care? No doubt
’T is some ill-natured tale without
A word of truth; but tell me, Bee,
Whatisit people say of me?”
“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;
“’T is really not so very bad.
I got it from the Ant. She said
She’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
nce on a time a BumblebeeAddressed a Sunflower. Said he:“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it trueWhat everybody says of you?”Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
nce on a time a Bumblebee
Addressed a Sunflower. Said he:
“Dear Sunflower, tell me is it true
What everybody says of you?”
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,How shouldIknow what people say?Why should I even care? No doubt’T is some ill-natured tale withoutA word of truth; but tell me, Bee,Whatisit people say of me?”“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;“’T is really not so very bad.I got it from the Ant. She saidShe’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
Replied the Sunflower: “Tell me, pray,
How shouldIknow what people say?
Why should I even care? No doubt
’T is some ill-natured tale without
A word of truth; but tell me, Bee,
Whatisit people say of me?”
“Oh, no!” the Bee made haste to add;
“’T is really not so very bad.
I got it from the Ant. She said
She’dheardthe Sun had turned your head,
And that whene’er he walks the skiesYou follow him with all your eyesFrom morn till eve—”“Oh, what a shame!”Exclaimed the Sunflower, aflame,“To say such things of me! TheyknowThe very opposite is so.
And that whene’er he walks the skiesYou follow him with all your eyesFrom morn till eve—”“Oh, what a shame!”Exclaimed the Sunflower, aflame,“To say such things of me! TheyknowThe very opposite is so.
And that whene’er he walks the skiesYou follow him with all your eyesFrom morn till eve—”“Oh, what a shame!”Exclaimed the Sunflower, aflame,“To say such things of me! TheyknowThe very opposite is so.
And that whene’er he walks the skies
You follow him with all your eyes
From morn till eve—”
“Oh, what a shame!”
Exclaimed the Sunflower, aflame,
“To say such things of me! Theyknow
The very opposite is so.
“They know full well that it ishe—TheSun—who always follows me.Iturn away my head untilI fear my stalk will break; and stillHe tags along from morn till night,Starting as soon as it is light,And never takes his eyes off meUntil it is too dark to see!They really ought to be ashamed.Soon they’ll be saying I was namedFor him, when well they know ’t was heWho took the name of Sun from me.”The Sunflower paused, with anger dumb.The Bee said naught, but murmured, “H’m!”’T was very evident that heWas much impressed—this Bumblebee.He spread his wings at once and flewTo tell some other bees he knew,Who, being also much impressed,Said, “H’m!” and flew to tell the rest.And now if you should chance to see,In field or grove, a Bumblebee,And hear him murmur, “H’m!” then youWill know what he’s alluding to.
“They know full well that it ishe—TheSun—who always follows me.Iturn away my head untilI fear my stalk will break; and stillHe tags along from morn till night,Starting as soon as it is light,And never takes his eyes off meUntil it is too dark to see!They really ought to be ashamed.Soon they’ll be saying I was namedFor him, when well they know ’t was heWho took the name of Sun from me.”The Sunflower paused, with anger dumb.The Bee said naught, but murmured, “H’m!”’T was very evident that heWas much impressed—this Bumblebee.He spread his wings at once and flewTo tell some other bees he knew,Who, being also much impressed,Said, “H’m!” and flew to tell the rest.And now if you should chance to see,In field or grove, a Bumblebee,And hear him murmur, “H’m!” then youWill know what he’s alluding to.
“They know full well that it ishe—TheSun—who always follows me.Iturn away my head untilI fear my stalk will break; and stillHe tags along from morn till night,Starting as soon as it is light,And never takes his eyes off meUntil it is too dark to see!They really ought to be ashamed.Soon they’ll be saying I was namedFor him, when well they know ’t was heWho took the name of Sun from me.”
“They know full well that it ishe—
TheSun—who always follows me.
Iturn away my head until
I fear my stalk will break; and still
He tags along from morn till night,
Starting as soon as it is light,
And never takes his eyes off me
Until it is too dark to see!
They really ought to be ashamed.
Soon they’ll be saying I was named
For him, when well they know ’t was he
Who took the name of Sun from me.”
The Sunflower paused, with anger dumb.The Bee said naught, but murmured, “H’m!”’T was very evident that heWas much impressed—this Bumblebee.He spread his wings at once and flewTo tell some other bees he knew,Who, being also much impressed,Said, “H’m!” and flew to tell the rest.
The Sunflower paused, with anger dumb.
The Bee said naught, but murmured, “H’m!”
’T was very evident that he
Was much impressed—this Bumblebee.
He spread his wings at once and flew
To tell some other bees he knew,
Who, being also much impressed,
Said, “H’m!” and flew to tell the rest.
And now if you should chance to see,In field or grove, a Bumblebee,And hear him murmur, “H’m!” then youWill know what he’s alluding to.
And now if you should chance to see,
In field or grove, a Bumblebee,
And hear him murmur, “H’m!” then you
Will know what he’s alluding to.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.
He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
He was a Wizard’s son,
She an Enchanter’s daughter;
He dabbled in Spells for fun,
Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
A LOVE STORY.He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
He was a Wizard’s son,She an Enchanter’s daughter;He dabbled in Spells for fun,Her father some magic had taught her.
He was a Wizard’s son,
She an Enchanter’s daughter;
He dabbled in Spells for fun,
Her father some magic had taught her.
They loved—but alas! to agreeTheir parents they could n’t persuade.An Enchanter and Wizard, you see,Were natural rivals in trade—And the market for magic was poor—There was scarce enough business for twoSo what started rivalry pureInto hatred and jealousy grew.
They loved—but alas! to agreeTheir parents they could n’t persuade.An Enchanter and Wizard, you see,Were natural rivals in trade—And the market for magic was poor—There was scarce enough business for twoSo what started rivalry pureInto hatred and jealousy grew.
They loved—but alas! to agreeTheir parents they could n’t persuade.An Enchanter and Wizard, you see,Were natural rivals in trade—And the market for magic was poor—There was scarce enough business for twoSo what started rivalry pureInto hatred and jealousy grew.
They loved—but alas! to agree
Their parents they could n’t persuade.
An Enchanter and Wizard, you see,
Were natural rivals in trade—
And the market for magic was poor—
There was scarce enough business for two
So what started rivalry pure
Into hatred and jealousy grew.
Now the lovers were dreadfully good;But when there was really no hope,After waiting as long as they could,What else could they do but elope?They eloped in a hired coupé;And the youth, with what magic he knew—Made it go fully five miles a day.(Such wonders can sorcery do!)
Now the lovers were dreadfully good;But when there was really no hope,After waiting as long as they could,What else could they do but elope?They eloped in a hired coupé;And the youth, with what magic he knew—Made it go fully five miles a day.(Such wonders can sorcery do!)
Now the lovers were dreadfully good;But when there was really no hope,After waiting as long as they could,What else could they do but elope?They eloped in a hired coupé;And the youth, with what magic he knew—Made it go fully five miles a day.(Such wonders can sorcery do!)
Now the lovers were dreadfully good;
But when there was really no hope,
After waiting as long as they could,
What else could they do but elope?
They eloped in a hired coupé;
And the youth, with what magic he knew—
Made it go fully five miles a day.
(Such wonders can sorcery do!)
Then the maiden her witcheries plied,And enchanted the cabman so much,When they got to the end of their rideNot a cent of his fare would he touch!Now they’re married and live to this dayIn a nice little tower, alone,For the building of which, by the way,Their parents provided the stone.Then the parents relented? Oh, no!They pursued with the fury of brutes,But arrived just too late for the show,Through a leak in their seven-league boots;
Then the maiden her witcheries plied,And enchanted the cabman so much,When they got to the end of their rideNot a cent of his fare would he touch!Now they’re married and live to this dayIn a nice little tower, alone,For the building of which, by the way,Their parents provided the stone.Then the parents relented? Oh, no!They pursued with the fury of brutes,But arrived just too late for the show,Through a leak in their seven-league boots;
Then the maiden her witcheries plied,And enchanted the cabman so much,When they got to the end of their rideNot a cent of his fare would he touch!Now they’re married and live to this dayIn a nice little tower, alone,For the building of which, by the way,Their parents provided the stone.
Then the maiden her witcheries plied,
And enchanted the cabman so much,
When they got to the end of their ride
Not a cent of his fare would he touch!
Now they’re married and live to this day
In a nice little tower, alone,
For the building of which, by the way,
Their parents provided the stone.
Then the parents relented? Oh, no!They pursued with the fury of brutes,But arrived just too late for the show,Through a leak in their seven-league boots;
Then the parents relented? Oh, no!
They pursued with the fury of brutes,
But arrived just too late for the show,
Through a leak in their seven-league boots;
And finding their children were wed,Into such a wild rage they were thrown,They rushed on each other insteadAnd each turned the other to stone.
And finding their children were wed,Into such a wild rage they were thrown,They rushed on each other insteadAnd each turned the other to stone.
And finding their children were wed,Into such a wild rage they were thrown,They rushed on each other insteadAnd each turned the other to stone.
And finding their children were wed,
Into such a wild rage they were thrown,
They rushed on each other instead
And each turned the other to stone.
Then the lovers, since lumber was high,And bricks were as then quite unknown,As soon as their tears were quite dry—They quarried their parents for stone.And now in a nice little tower,In Blissfulness tinged with Remorse,They live like as not to this hour—(Unless they have got a divorce).
Then the lovers, since lumber was high,And bricks were as then quite unknown,As soon as their tears were quite dry—They quarried their parents for stone.And now in a nice little tower,In Blissfulness tinged with Remorse,They live like as not to this hour—(Unless they have got a divorce).
Then the lovers, since lumber was high,And bricks were as then quite unknown,As soon as their tears were quite dry—They quarried their parents for stone.
Then the lovers, since lumber was high,
And bricks were as then quite unknown,
As soon as their tears were quite dry—
They quarried their parents for stone.
And now in a nice little tower,In Blissfulness tinged with Remorse,They live like as not to this hour—(Unless they have got a divorce).
And now in a nice little tower,
In Blissfulness tinged with Remorse,
They live like as not to this hour—
(Unless they have got a divorce).
MORAL.
Crime, Wickedness, Villany, Vice,And Sin only misery bring;If you want to be Happy and Nice,Be good and all that sort of thing.
Crime, Wickedness, Villany, Vice,And Sin only misery bring;If you want to be Happy and Nice,Be good and all that sort of thing.
Crime, Wickedness, Villany, Vice,
And Sin only misery bring;
If you want to be Happy and Nice,
Be good and all that sort of thing.