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And very happy you must doubtless be,
In their sweet promise, and your matron care.

Gay, graceful Tulip, did you learn in France
Your taste for dress? and how to hold your head
So elegantly? In the gale, yestreen,
That o'er the parterre swept with sudden force,
I thought I saw you waltzing. Have a care,
And do not look disdainfully those
You call plebian flowers, because, my dear,
We live in a republic, where the strength
Comes from beneath, and many a change occurs
To lop the haughty, and to lift the low.

Good neighbor Cowslip, I have seen the bee
Whispering to you, and have been told he stays
Quite long and late, amid your golden cells.
It must be business that he comes upon,
Matter-of-fact, he never wastes an hour.
Know you, that he's a subtle financier?
And shows some gain for every day he spends?
Oh! learn from him the priceless worth of time,