302 THE BEEKEEPERS' REVIEW 



The Stintless Bee 



'o' 



CELIA BALDWIN WHITEHEAD 



Of honey I am very fond ; 



I'd like to keep some bees 

 To gather honey all the day 



From off my flowers and trees. 



I'd love to see them spread their wax 

 And skillful build each cell, 

 And labor hard to fill them up 

 With what I like so well. 



But bees have stings, and I'm afraid 



To venture near a hive; 

 If I should get amongs't the swarm 



I'd ne'er get out alive. 



But nowadays we've many things 

 With "less" attached thereto, 



We've fireless cookers, hornless cows 

 And boneless codfish, too. 



The wireless telegraph reports 



The cryless babe enroute, 

 The iceless soda fountains flow 



And horseless wagons toot. 



The seedless orange grows apace, 

 The thornless roses bloom, 



The headless ballot prophesies 

 The grafters' graftless doom. 



The painless dentist pulls our teeth. 

 With flourless bread we're filled, 



We're carved with knifeless surgery 

 With smokeless powder killed. 



With all these lessons in the art 

 Of making thingless things, 



Why can't our geniuses produce 

 Some bees that have no stings ? 



What joy I'd take to walk about 



Beneath my shady trees. 

 And gather in the lucious sweets 



Produced by Stingless Bees. 



