Oh, fair damsel of the garden,
Arlessa of honeysuckle and rose,
I humbly beg your gracious pardon
For the offense that here arose.
Surely your work is far too vital
To be interrupted by one like me
I am in no way entitled
To earn the notice of a honeybee.
I was a fool to pluck that flower
For my lady fair. On my honor I
Swear to bring you dozens more within the hour
If you give me leave to try.
Listen traveler, if you would walk the garden paths some spring:
Mind that you don’t trespass, for the gardeners do sting.