"A TOUCH OF INDIGESTION"

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 134, 3 December 1938, Page 20

"A TOUCH OF INDIGESTION"

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A butterfly was passing very early in the morn, The eastern sky was rosy and the day had just been born, When cried a tall delphinium, "I am feeling very blue, For the gossip in this garden is of really hectic hue. "A buzzing busybody bee came as the red sun set, He said that in my garden I was likely to forget, My sisters in the flower bed which lies behind the wall Were a brighter, better colour, ivere more erect and tall!" The delphinium was angry, the lovely rose flushed red, For a bee had also told her that the honeysuckle said, "My perfume is the sweetest and my nectar very gold." The honeysuckle was so plain the rose felt hot and cold. The quaint, old-fashioned lavender turned purple in the face, She looked across at lilac with her sivaying, lissom grace, A little bee had whispered of lilac's sweeter scent; , Prim lavender was angry, for she kneiv just what he meant. The fury of the garden had almost reached its height, When the frail and peaceful lily, in her gown of purest white, Cried, "O, pray thou lovely children, thou children of the earth Forget your bitter anger and remember love and mirth." Then chirped a cheeky sparrow, "Bee's a foolish little thing; You know he's getting very old — he's weak in every icing. But, children of the garden, I in fairness ask a question: Has our mischief-making busy bee a touch of indigestion?" — Nancy Hanron (14). Nelson.