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.