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THE HORNET, 117 
So! so!—Don’t be so angry! Why do you 
come at me 
With a swoop and with a hum,—lIs’t a crime 
to look at ye? 
See where the testy fellow goes whiz into the 
hole, 
And brings out from the hollow tree his fel- 
lows in a shoal. 
Hark! what an awful, hollow boom! How fierce 
they come! Id rather 
Just quietly step back, and stand from them a 
little farther. 
There, now, the hornet-host is retreating to its 
den, 
And so, good Mr. Sentinel—lo! here I am 
again ! 
Well! how the little angry wretch doth stamp 
and raise his head, 
And flirt his wings, and seem to say, ‘ Come 
here—I’ll sting you dead !” 
No, thank you, fierce Sir Hornet,—that’s not 
at all inviting : 
But what a pair of shears the rascal has for 
biting ! 
