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...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST NEGRO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES QUATRAIN: THE PARCAE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CHILD TO HIS SICK GRANDFATHER by JOANNA BAILLIE THE LAST MAN: METAPHOR OF RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FOURE MONARCHIES: ASSYRIAN. SEMIRAMIS by ANNE BRADSTREET |