The temper of a maid

The Swallow dives in yonder air,

The Robin sings with sweetest ease,

The Apple shines among the leaves,

The Leaf is dancing in the breeze;

The Butterfly's on a warm stone,

The Bee is suckled by a flower;

The Wasp's inside a ripe red plum,

The Ant has found his load this hour;

The Squirrel counts and hides his nuts,

The Stoat is on a scent that burns;

The Mouse is nibbling a young shoot,

The Rabbit sits beside his ferns;

The Snake has found a sunny spot,

The Frog and Snail a slimy shade;

But I can find no joy on earth,

All through the temper of a maid.