Classic Poem

Great big dog,
Head upon his toes;
Tiny little bee
Settles on his noes.

Great big dog
Thinks it is a fly.
Never says a word,
Winks very sly.

Tiny little bee,
Tickles dog's nose—
Thinks like as not
'Tis a pretty rose.

Dog smiles a smile,
Winks his other eye,
Chuckles to himself
How he'll catch a fly.

Then he makes a snap,
Very quick and spry,
Does his level best,
But doesn't catch the fly.

Tiny little bee,
Alive and looking well;
Great big dog,
Mostly gone to swell.

MORAL :

Dear friends and brothers all,
Don't be too fast and free,
And when you catch a fly,
Be sure it's not a bee.