The scent of the clover, till between
Her nibbling teeth its head was seen,
And then in a moment swallowed.
"Ha, ha!" said the Bee, as the Clover died,
"Her fortune's smile was fickle!
And now I can get my wants supplied
By a homely flower, with a rough outside.
And even with scale and prickle!"
Then she flew to one, that, by man and beast
Was shunned for its stinging bristle;