A bear once rambled from his home, Chanced through a garden trim to roam, Where, 'neath the shelter of the trees, The farmer had his hives of bees. Bruin loved honey. "Now," said he, "I'll rob your store-house, Master Bee. You'll buz, and hum about my ears, But noise a brave bear never fears." So saying, bear o'erturns a hive, And straight the air is all alive, With angry enemies, who sting As well as buz; and make bear sing, A lively tune of growls and roars, And cover him with smarting sores.