While with busy boom an’ buzz the plunder’n’ bug an’ bumble-bee
Went a-nosin’ thro’ the clover where the rosy-posies be.
An’ with one eye squinted up an’ t’other squinted down plum shet,
Up on top the fence, I spect, twixt brute an’ human there he set,
An’ jist let the whirly-gigy world whirl off its spindle spinnin’
While he joyed hisself a-grinnin’ an’ a-grinnin’ an’ a-grinnin’.
Hope he did enjoy hisself, ’cause he didn’t have enough
Sense to know what trouble was,—he was a idiotic chap.
An’ he couldn’t tell to save him if a voice was soft or gruff
For he couldn’t talk, nor hear, nor—nothin’ only grin an’ gap.