The True Bees 



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. 



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 bumblebee 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 ! 



