Classic Poem

I' M sitting again 'neath the old elm - tree's shade,
And viewing the fields where in childhood I strayed;
The breeze fans my cheek, and the birds go and come,
While I listen, entranced, to the bee's soothing hum.
Hum, hum—sweet, sweet hum!
Tho' it ever so humble bee—
—!!—!!!He's stung me I vum!