Classic Poem

A WASP and Bee together
Went out on silver wings,
With black and yellow bodies.
And both of them had stings.
Bee suck'd the golden honey
Out of a tulip cup,
And when her thighs were laden,
Went home to store it up.

Wasp got into a cherry,
And stung a little boy,
Who snatch'd the rosy berry,
And then flew off with joy.
O boys and little maidens,
Be you still good and kind;
Better to store up honey
Than leave a sting behind.