And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone.
Charlotte Perkins (Stetson) Gilman.
A CONSERVATIVE
THE garden beds I wandered by,
One bright and cheerful morn,
When I found a new-fledged butterfly
A-sitting on a thorn—
A black and crimson butterfly,
All doleful and forlorn.
I thought that life could have no sting