To The Bee

TO THE BEE

A mumbling fairy anxiously hovers

And hopes to court the rose for a hidden sweet,

Like the wooing whispers ‘twixt two lovers

When hearts in heat their nervous lips do meet;

To find the treat tucked up in fragrant wrap:

The warm preclude before the couple’s nap.

A pair of wings toss up the fine powder,

And spent limbs are coated by fertile dust;

No small creature could ever be prouder —

And when the deed is done, his task of lust

Blows o’er Earth’s teeming bosom a spiced breeze:

The spring perfume which often makes us sneeze!