The Bumblebee

You better not fool with a Bumblebee!—
Ef you don’t think they can sting—you’ll see!
They’re lazy to look at, an’ kind o’ go
Buzzin’ an’ bummin’ aroun’ so slow,
An’ ac’ so slouchy an’ all fagged out,
Danglin’ their legs as they drone about
The hollyhawks at they can’t climb in
Ithout ist a-tumble-un out ag’in!
Wunst I watched one climb clean way
In a jimson-blossom, I did, one day,—
An’ I ist grabbed it — an’ nen let go—
An’ “Ooh-ooh! Honey! I told ye so!
Says The Raggedy Man; an’ he ist run
An’ pullt out the stinger, an’ dont laugh none,
An’ says: “They has be’n folks, I guess,
At thought I wuz predjudust, more er less,—
Yit I still muntain at a Bumblebee
Wears out his welcome too quick fer me!”

Credit

This poem is in the public domain.