42 TRIBES OF THE 



How she keeps tlie stolid plantlice, 



That her young may sip their honey ? 



Watch the ant, thou gentle maiden ! 



Mark her wise ways, and learn wisdom ! 



Note her subterranean cities, 



Where the streets are thronged with passers, 



Where the kings and queens, and workers. 



All intent upon their duty, 



Meet in galleries and pathways ; 



Kings and queens with wings in autumn ; 



Workers, always working, wingless ; 



AU have their antennae elbowed, 



All are nij^ped in, slenderwaisted ; 



Queen and workers, too, are furnished 



With a sting so small and pungent ; 



All have feet that are fivejoiuted. 



Everybody knows the Pismires, 



Pismires, Ants, or Foemicina. 



Watch thera work, thou little maiden ! 



Mark their wise ways, and learn wisdom ! 



