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 With rutic clownih impudence, He hov’d the bee aide, By wing and ting he ply’d him hard, And ruffl’d all his pride:

The powd’red beau upon the ground, Lay flutt’ring with his wings, Was robb'd of all his ongs, And all his pleaant things.

Bae coundrel, from the ground he cry’d Bae dun-pipe drunken robber, You’d drink the ea and pue’t again, For you are never ober.

You teal from every laird on earth, To cram up thus your hive, You punge the fairet of our flow'rs To keep your oul alive.

But I will be reveng’d on you, And trip you of your all. With brimtone candles moke your hive While into pit you fall.

Beau, not so fat, the bee reply’d, For I remewber well, In