THE BUMBLES
Out in the.garden under a tree I spied a very large large bumble-bee. "Where did you come from, Bumble?" I said. "Up from the path just where you tread." My daddy said as he passed by, "Open your eyes, lad, and play 'I spy.' The Bumbles or Humbles, they nest in the ground, In any small hollow they may be found." I looked by my feet and there was a hole, So I picked a small stick to act as a pole. Then I noticed the path felt' like piecrust, Ar^d broke just there wheri you gave it i a thrust. My toe went through and out swarmed the bees. Oh, Bumbles! I never set out to tease! They hummed so loudly, for school I ran. • " . •• ' * "' -. - ■ ; i NIGHT. Midway - in the blackness off the night, the yellow face of the street lamp bares bright teeth in a sleepy yawn of light. ROBERT WISTRAND.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXVIII, Issue 103, 28 October 1939, Page 15
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