The Year's In Wane; There Is Nothing

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

Well For The Drones Of The Social Hive That There Are Bees Of An Industrious Turn, Willing, For An Infinitesimal Share Of The Honey, To Undertake The Labor Of Its Fabrication.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?