The bees rush forth and quit the hive!
John on his knees, and free from harm
Marked well the disappearing swarm.
Two boys were making pies of dirt
Close by, and playing with a squirt;
They squirted at the bees to stop 'em,
Squirted in vain; they could not drop 'em.
Old Sally met them with her mop,
And Sammy trumpeted, stop! stop!
