A Beetle that was built like a tank Crawled over a blazing riverbank Now as any sane one would think It should head straight for the drink To cool off its little ole toes. But as astute readers will know, It hasn't really got any toes, So, it can walk hot sands real slow.
Stay near me—do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find in Thee, Historian of my Infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay Creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart, My Father's Family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when in our childish plays My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the Butterfly! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:—with leaps and springs I follow'd on from brake to bush; But She, God love her! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.