Then hoisted Dicky, hive and all,
Upon his back so lean, so tall—
"Halt," shouted Dicky, and the head
Of his strange monture bonneted;
Held him down tight, and with a stick
Passed 'twixt his legs, secured him quick.
And Christine, what must she have felt
While Bruin round about her smelt?
Out of the hive she softly stole;