"Honey for ever!" up he clomb
To the trees fork—the honey comb
He saw below him in the beech
Hollowed by age, beyond his reach—
His hold he missed and sad to tell
Down midst the honey combs he fell;
Into the cakes his boots went crush,
As though it were mere muddy slush.
Honey he found but every school-boy knows
He cannot eat his sweetmeats with his clothes.