A bumble-bee sat on the wild-rose tree,
And grumbled because he was big and fat;
"Just look at yon butterfly light," quoth he,
"I wish I were airy and graceful like that!
O ho!
I know
'Tis hard to be heavy, and huge, and slow!"
A mischievous boy the butterfly caught,
And in his rough grasp it fluttered and died.
Sir Bumble his dagger drew out, and thought