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A single Clover Plank
Was all that saved a Bee
A Bee I personally knew
From sinking in the sky—

‘Twixt Firmament above
And Firmament below
The Billows of Circumference
Were sweeping him away—

The idly swaying Plank
Responsible to nought
A sudden Freight of Wind assumed
And Bumble Bee was not—

This harrowing event
Transpiring in the Grass
Did not so much as wring from him
A wandering “Alas”—