How Doth The Bee Improve His Salary? - Parody Isaac Watts – How Doth The Bee Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

How doth the Bee Improve His Salary?

How doth the busy little bee
prepare for flower power,
when honey garnered, daily spree,
will wax, - no waning hour?

The answer’s plain as plain can be,
hive votes for poll_en_dower,
for feathered nests with polity
Reps wait to line their bower...

Those set up in authority
elected seem to scour,
for “cash and carry” not to be
declared, - gold’s welcome shower.

As Tweedle Dum(b) and Tweedle Dee
In, Out, Out, In, they lobby,
when crime’s unmasked, like rats we see
them scuttle, scatter, cower.

Once thought of pristine ivory
a mirage proves their tower,
packed jokers under lock and key
we bankroll though we glower.

Was Weldon’s seniority
well done? the joke turns sour.
The verdict of posterity –
twelve years, repentance dour.

But most escape the legal see,
themselves enrich, empower,
but who, who cast first stone, are we
who fellow-men devour?

© Jonathan Robin 4 December 2005 and 14 November 2006 Parody Isaac WATTS – How doth the Bee




How doth the Bee

How doth the little busy bee
improve each shining hour,
and gather honey all the day
from every opening flower!

How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
for idle hands to do...

Birds in their little nests agree
and ‘tis a shameful sight,
when children of one family
fall out, and chide, and fight.

Isaac WATTS 1674_1748 - Against Idleness and Mischief



Parody of Dr. Watts, by an Anti Smoker

How doth the nasty, dirty man,
go smoking every hour;
and spend his money wastefully
on Old Nick’s favourite flower.

How wistfully he seeks his pipe,
how glad he doth it light,
and smokes the foul thing all the day,
and feels quite ill at night.

In shag, bird’s eye, or honey-dew,
his mind is ever fast;
and Satan knows to his he’s due,
for he’ll get him at last.


Author Unknown: Parody Isaac WATTS


How doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws.

Lewis CARROLL Parody Isaac WATTS - How Doth the Bee


Another Terc-ish Atrocity by a Sceptical Sufferer

How doth the little Busy Bee
Insert his poisoned stings,
And kill the keen rheumatic pain
That mortal muscle wrings!

Great Scott! It sounds so like a sell!
Bee-stings for rheumatiz?
As well try wasps to make one well.
That TERC must be a quiz.

Rather would I rheumatics bear
Than try the Busy Bee.
No, Austrian TERC, your cure may work!
But won't be tried on me!

PUNCH 4 October 1890 Parody Isaac WATTS - How Doth the Bee

(note :) Turk and Terc... An Austrian physician, Dr. TERC, prescribes bee-stings as a cure for rheumatism