Now we'll watch and see them working;
See them brush off pollen-dust;
See them, too, disgorge the honey,
Into cells the sweetness thrust.
Children, with your useful fingers,
Hands and arms and feet and head,
Do not let the bees surpass you,
Making honey, nay, nor bread.
WHAT THEY SAY.
Those creatures that chew the cud,
The "RUMINANTS" we call,
From "Rumen," or the stomach-pouch,
In which their food doth fall.
A "SPECIES" is a kind
Of animals or plants;--
Each species has a different name,
And differing traits and wants,--
And species may unite
To form a RACE we know,
For race from root is always drawn,
And roots must spread and grow.
That men and women are
The race most choice and fine,
We plainly see, and sometimes call,
The Human Race Divine.