Next on thy back swarm up and down,
From tip to toe, from tail to crown.
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On every side they fuss and fret,
Provoking an impatient jet;
Thou leavest soon the sprinkled rind,
Its robber-rascals, far behind;
Thy well purloined, each grins and skips
And licks the honey from her lips.
No tireless, quenchless mendicant