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And there she sat, a-taking a rest, 



And smiled in a satisfied ^way, 

 For she'd laid ten eggs in a Bombus nest 



And there'd soon be the de'il to pay. 



For her offspring dear, her very first brood, 



Would hatch in a very short time. 

 And no trouble she'd have a storing up food, 



For she worked on the Cuckoo hne. 



Her young would hatch ere the young bumble-bees, 

 And the young bumble-bees would die. 



While the young Apathi would live at their ease 

 And fatten like pigs in a sty! 



So she sat in the sun, this wicked old bee, 



And scratched her tibiae, 

 And chuckled inside in lazy glee 



At the business she'd done that day. 



* * * 



But the Chrysanthemum on which she sat 



Belonged to a neat old maid, 

 Whose plants were her pride (next to her cat), 



And that day she was out on a raid 



Against Aphids and slugs, with a Buhach-gun 

 . Filled with Peters & Milco's best. 

 And seeing the Apathus, just for fun. 

 She dusted her yellow vest. 



Lord! how the cheat kicked as she fell on the ground! 



And how she did buzz and hum! 

 But she never got well— she never " came round"— 



Her fraudulent life was done. 



* * * 



From this little tale can a moral be drawn- 

 How the bumble-bee loafs not a bit; 



But works all day from the earliest dawn. 

 And thus 'scaped the death-dealing hit ? 



This moral is good, but please don't forget 



Those eggs that the Apathus hid! 

 The Bombus is working and slaving yet, 



But it's all for the other one's kid! 



Dr. Horn has been appointed Professor of Entomology at the 

 University of Pennsylvania. The Doctor could do us no greater 

 favor than by graduating many young men to follow in the hnes he 

 has so well staked out! 



