The Queen Bee's Fete. 



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The Moon, upon the Apple Tree, 

 Surveys, well pleased, the revelry. 



Two cockchafers soon quit the dance; 

 They cannot bear the piercing glance? 

 Of their fair partners — see them set 

 Within a private cabinet. 

 They smoke, they sing, they drink until 

 Their little pohshed paunch they fill. 



