Please do not throw the busy bee
As an example, up to me.
So he who shows industry thrives–
I work enough; I’ve had the hives.
And then there is the sainted ant;
Admire her if you will–I can’t.
She slaves each day in rain or sun,
And someone else grabs all the fun.
This rebel correspondent begs
Your pardon–I don’t want 6 legs.
How vain, I wonder, can I be,
Who thinks the insects envy me?
by Ray Romine Friday, August 3, 1951
