It was dangling there, hanging from a nail in the wall on a little copper-plated hemp string. It shone softly with a crystalline silver reflection, almost translucent. Sometimes, when through the ... [+]
I kissed a bee, but she didn't like it.
I pulled away and she did too,
Stinging my mouth, thoroughly disapproved.
My eyes stung, my lip did too.
Then I thought, that if she tried,
But instead suddenly grew to my size,
I too, would have cried.
I pulled away and she did too,
Stinging my mouth, thoroughly disapproved.
My eyes stung, my lip did too.
Then I thought, that if she tried,
But instead suddenly grew to my size,
I too, would have cried.