No. 53.—Phonetic Charade.

I am the first half you all are to guess,
I, a poor insect, quite tiny or less.
After me comes the two-syllabled verb
Lovers may do and their parents disturb.
Join us, we make the fleet-footed beast
Lovers should copy and rival; at least,
Would those rash lovers reach safely their goal,
They ought to make use of the speed of my whole.