Henry Bee

Sily girl, that silly bee who flutters much like poetry
A task too arduous to peep is a rest for our sweet Bee

Although hers, no one can be said to own her
She will swear so on her honor
To our deilght (and all the boys’ plight) she is assigned to her Honey
– the boy with no name other than Henry

And attuned and pressed to the sweetness of their symphony,
they fly

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