WHEN I was ist a Brownie -- a weenty-teenty Brownie -- Long afore I got to be like Childerns is to-day, -- My good old Brownie granny gimme sweeter thing 'an can'y -- An' 'at's my little bee-bag the Fairies stold away! O my little bee-bag -- My little funny bee-bag -- My little honey bee-bag The Fairies stold away! One time when I bin swung in wiv annuver Brownie young-un An' lef' sleepin' in a pea-pod while our parunts went to play, I waked up ist a-cryin' an' a-sobbin' an' a-sighin' Fer my little funny bee-bag the Fairies stold away! O my little bee-bag -- My little funny bee-bag -- My little honey bee-bag The Fairies stold away! It's awful much bewilder'n', but 'at's why I'm @3a Childern@1, Ner goin' to git to be no more a Brownie sence that day! My parunts, so imprudent, lef' me sleepin' when they shouldn't! An' I want my little bee-bag the Fairies stold away! O my little bee-bag -- My little funny bee-bag -- My little honey bee-bag The Fairies stold away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES |