. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 35th Year. CHICAGO, ILL., APRIL 18, 1895. No. 16. Dot's a Pee in Your Fonnet. BY MKS. E. R. B. I goes me out unto my little hive Shust as prave as a corporal's guard, With a shmile on my face I save for mine wife Vhen I try not to look very schkared. What you tink ? Dot bees meet me at the door— Thousan' hiss, thousan' pinch, thousan' sass. Und de more I shump and de more I roar Und de more I roll me on the grass— Ho. dot's a pee in your ponnet! Ho, dot's one on your sight! 0«e pee. mine friend ? Dare'sfifty a minute! Dare's swarms! and dey means to u
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 35th Year. CHICAGO, ILL., APRIL 18, 1895. No. 16. Dot's a Pee in Your Fonnet. BY MKS. E. R. B. I goes me out unto my little hive Shust as prave as a corporal's guard, With a shmile on my face I save for mine wife Vhen I try not to look very schkared. What you tink ? Dot bees meet me at the door— Thousan' hiss, thousan' pinch, thousan' sass. Und de more I shump and de more I roar Und de more I roll me on the grass— Ho. dot's a pee in your ponnet! Ho, dot's one on your sight! 0«e pee. mine friend ? Dare'sfifty a minute! Dare's swarms! and dey means to unite! Veil, it kool down shome, and she laugh, mine vife, Und she say,when dey shwell me all over— " It'sshust pecause when you go todot hive. You furi/utx to take along de paper— De pig leetle book dot the honey-man sells, Mit those hive dis side of his fence— Und dill you do, den you shump and yell Dill you don't know where to ; Ho, dot's a pee in your ponnet! Ho, dot's one on your sight! One pee, mine friend ? Dare's fifty a minute! Dare's swarms! and dey means to unite! Who is tends dose pees ? Mine vife, mine friend— Mine vife and mine vife's dear mother. What you tink by de looks doze pees pretend Doze wimmins vas as swheet as der clover. But dough /paid for dot out-west pook, It's shust de shame way mit de pees, Und I climb de fence mit a shide-long look, Vhile dey sof'ly laugh and call doze geeze— Ho, dot's a pee in your ponnet, etc. "What Shall "We Do for the Future ? BY ED JOLLEY. What will the bee-keepers do In twenty or thirty years hence, With the slaughter of forests and forage— The nectar supply will come whence ? Our basswood is fast disappearing, The clover gives way to the grain, The woodman spares not in his havoc— Soon little that yields will remain. The sources of yore are thinned down, Soon little or naught will be left, Unless we wake up to our duty Of honey we'll surely be bereft. Then Duty is calling us, f
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