The Bear and the Bees

A bear once rambled from his home,

Chanced through a garden trim to roam,

Where, ’neath the shelter of the trees,

The farmer had his hives of bees.

Bruin loved honey. “Now,” said he,

“I’ll rob your store-house, Master Bee.

You’ll buz, and hum about my ears,

But noise a brave bear never fears.”

So saying, bear o’erturns a hive,

And straight the air is all alive,

With angry enemies, who sting

As well as buz; and make bear sing,

A lively tune of growls and roars,

And cover him with smarting sores.