THREE VELVETY BEES.
By M. M. D.
Three velvety, busy, buzzing bees Once plunged in a thistle plant up to their knees. Alas! Though plucky and stout of heart, They bounded away with an angry start. For the thistle's the touchiest thing that grows; It's the firework plant—as every one knows. And every buzzer should pass it by On the day that is known as the Fourth of July.