The Motor Bee
Hard by a garage grew a rose, Wind-tossed, with stem atilt. One night, unseen, A chauffeur mean Some petrol on it spilt. Adulterated rose nectar A bee did sip next morn; And now it does No longer buzz, But toots just like a horn.
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Progress, Volume X, Issue 8, 1 April 1915, Page 276
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47The Motor Bee Progress, Volume X, Issue 8, 1 April 1915, Page 276
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