Fytte VI. The Bear. 



Eugene would often take his lunch, 

 Of dry black bread a monstrous hunch, 

 Into a wood — ere he got through it 

 He wished he'd some nice honey to it - 

 When all at once it chanced a bee 

 He saw creep up a hoUow tree; 

 Another came, then two, and three. 

 "Hurrah! there's honey here for me," 

 Eugene exclaimed, "No more I'll eat 

 This nasty bread, but have a treat." — 



"Honey for ever!" up he clomb 

 To the trees fork — the honey comb 

 He saw below him in the beech 

 Hollowed by age, beyond his reach — 



