The Little Mote

A little mote lived in a sunbeam,
And danced in its light all day;
But she jumped with surprise one morning,
At hearing the housemaid say:--

"Oh, the dust! How it keeps one a-working!
It settles all over the room--
And the air is so full, it is folly
To labor with duster and broom!"

"Poor thing!" sighed the mote, "well, I'm sorry.
I think I'll go hide in her hair--
I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet
She never will know I am there."