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1831
THE BEE IN THE TAR-BARREL
by William Cullen Bryant
THE BEE IN THE TAR BARREL
[WRITTEN IN 1831] -
I heard a beeon a summer day
Brisk and busyand ripe for quarrel-
Bustlingand buzzingand bouncing away
In the fragrant depth of an old tar-barrel. -
Do you ask what his buzzing was all about?
Ohhe was wondrous shrewd and critical:
'Twas sport to hear him scold and flout
And the topics he chose were all political. -
And first and foremost he buzzed of tar
And called the heads of the government asses
To let it be carried off so far
And changedat Trinidadfor molasses. -
For we got the West India trade too soon
From the British folks- he had not a doubt of it;
For himselfhe'd have scorned the thing "as a boon"
But kept at work till he cheated them out of it. -
Then plaintive and piteous his humming grew
And I thought him complaining of indigestion;
But I listened againand at length I knew
He had got upon the Indian question. -
The worldhe declaredwould all look glum
To see us coax the Cherokee nation
From their fathers' gravesfrom the whites and rum
Their pockets lined with a compensation. -
Nexttones of fury and wrath were heard-
And I started back with sudden wonder;
For the staves were shakenthe hoops were jarred
And it seemed the barrel was filled with thunder. -
"'Twas a crime to fill the land with groans
'Twas a deed" he said"most foul and ugly
To turn our poor unfortunate drones
From the public hivewhere they lodged so snugly." -
And next- but I started at the sound
Of noses blown and people walking;
And I saw some thirty Nationals round
And found I had dozed while Ketchum was talking. - -
THE END