Indoors or out, with or without,
In foul or gentle weather,
Pooh to the clime, so I have time
To rhyme two lines together.
Though smart folk save and sweat and slave
To stack a heap of money
I’ll live and die like the butterfly–
The bees can have their honey.
I shall never be sure
Till they lay me to rest:
In the nice ear of Nature,
Which bug is the best?
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 5, 1945
