Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 400
Said the little fayAs she lay in pain, No more tricks I 11 playWhen I m well again. Time heals everything. Can this be our fay,She who sprained her wing Just the other day ? Can she be this fair,Thrifty little thing, Sewing up a tearIn a beetles wing ? Yes,— alas! but oh, Not a thrifty elf;Of… … THE BUMBLEBEES. By Nell Kimberly McElhone. Down behind the garden wall, near the apple-trees,Z-z-z-z! sing the bumblebees. Z-z-z-z! This is what they say —Z-z-z-z!—all the sunny day.When they go into their nest, burly bumblebees,T is so very still then near the apple-trees.
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