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' don't 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!"
