Fytte VII. The Frog.

"The appetite with eating grows"— This truth my little story shows. For many a day the rogue Eugene To John Dull's bee-hives creeps unseen; Smokes them,—Puff!—Puff!—then boldly takes The much desired honey cakes.

When lo! one day the angry swarm Out on him rushed—the day was warm; They covered him from top to toe, Behind, before, above, below, They buzzed, they crawled, they stung him,—Oh!

Eugene half stifled, for his nose And mouth were covered like his clothes, Rushed to the nearest water-pit, And took a header into it;

Rose through the Bee-besprinkled foam, And ran, all dripping, to his home.

Felt quite unwell! The doctor came And to his illness gave a name.

"By aid of careful auscultation," "And thinking on his late natation," "I think, I think that I deskiver," "A frog within this dear boy's liver."

"I'll get him up." A bee he took, Impaled it on a fishing-hook;

Played it within his open jaws, A bite! and up the frog he draws;

Frog to the open window took, And cut the line close by the hook;

Frog to the pool, rejoicing, hopped; And plump into the water dropped. Then chanted his Batrachian lay Quite in th' Artistophanic way; "Brekekekek, coax, coax, Coax, coax, Brekekekek."