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If I could be a bumblebee,
I would deftly buzz about
And find a purple thistle bloom
With which to brush my coat
Of softest fuzz; my yellow stripes
Would glint bright beside the black,
And tinted green by pollen dust
That showered on my back,
When deep into the slender throats
Of flowers drenched in dew－
I’d slip, and in these hidden nooks
I’d feed on honeyed brew.
If I could be a bumblebee,
With wings of gossamer,
I would dwell among the blossom tribes－
A nectar connoisseur.
Flitting through the green-gold light
Between the stems and leaves,
I would find a mossy spot to doze
Beneath silk-petaled eaves.
With filmy wings curled round my stripes
I would listen to the breeze
Mingle with the humming
Of my fellow bumblebees.