BEETLES


Now doth the frisky June Bug

Bring forth his aeroplane,

And try to make a record,

And busticate his brain!



He bings against the mirror,

He bangs against the door,

He caroms on the ceiling,

And turtles on the floor!



He soars aloft, erratic,

He lands upon my neck,

And makes me creep and shiver,

A neurasthenic wreck!



--_Charles Irvin Junkin_.



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