I SAT down on a bumble bee In Mrs. Jackson's yard. I sat down on a bumble bee: The bee stung good and hard. I sat down on a bumble bee For just the briefest spell, And I had only muslin on, As any one could tell. I sat down on a bumble bee, But I arose again; And now I know the tenseness of Humiliating pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES |