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. |