Two Ways

A wasp and Bee together
'Went out on silver wings.
With black and yellow bodies,
And both of them had stings.

Bee suck'd the golden honey
Out of a tulip cup,
And when her thighs were laden,
Went home to store it up.

Wasp got into a cherry,
And stung a little boy,
Who snatch'd the rosy berry.
And then flew off with joy.

O boys and little maidens,
Be you still good and kind;
Better to store up honey,
Than leave a sting behind.