YOU make me jes' a little nervouser Than any dog-gone bug I ever see! And you know night's the time to pester me -- When any tetch at all 'll rub the fur Of all my patience back'ards! You're the myrrh And ruburb of my life! A bumblebee Cain't hold a candle to you; and a he Bald hornet, with a laminated spur In his hip-pocket, daresent even cheep When you're around! And, dern ye! you have made Me lose whole ricks and stacks and piles of sleep, -- And many of a livelong night I've laid And never shut an eye, hearin' you keep Up that eternal buzzin' serenade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |