The Horse and the Bee

The Horse and the Bee

In long times past,

Across the wide sea,

In the land of Thast,

The home of a flying horse and a bee.

The flying horse,

He did a sin,

And with his force,

He put the bee in a bin.

He went to the swings,

Where he heard a voice saying,

“If you want your wings,

You had better be praying.”

And before you could count “one, two, and three,”

The horse’s wings,

Flew onto the very astonished bee,

Who in his astonishment jumped up to the swings.

Now if at night,

Not making a sound,

No matter how bad your sight,

Nestled on a little mound,

You may hear the horse say,

“Oh why in the world did I do that sin,

Someone tell me quickly I pray,

Of putting the bee in the bin!”

And since a hundred years past,

Across the wide sea,

In the land of Thast,

There lives no horse, just a bee.

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