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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
To an Insect
By Oliver Wendell Holmes
I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
  Wherever thou art hid,
Thou testy little dogmatist,
  Thou pretty Katydid!
Thou mindest me of gentlefolks,—        5
  Old gentlefolks are they,—
Thou say’st an undisputed thing
  In such a solemn way.
Thou art a female, Katydid!
  I know it by the trill        10
That quivers through thy piercing notes,
  So petulant and shrill,
I think there is a knot of you
  Beneath the hollow tree,—
A knot of spinster Katydids,—        15
  Do Katydids drink tea?
Oh, tell me where did Katy live,
  And what did Katy do?
And was she very fair and young,
  And yet so wicked, too?        20
Did Katy love a naughty man,
  Or kiss more cheeks than one?
I warrant Katy did no more
  Than many a Kate has done.
Dear me! I’ll tell you all about        25
  My fuss with little Jane,
And Ann, with whom I used to walk
  So often down the lane,
And all that tore their locks of black,
  Or wet their eyes of blue,—        30
Pray tell me, sweetest Katydid,
  What did poor Katy do?
Ah, no! the living oak shall crash,
  That stood for ages still,
The rock shall rend its mossy base        35
  And thunder down the hill,
Before the little Katydid
  Shall add one word, to tell
The mystic story of the maid
Whose name she knows so well.        40
Peace to the ever murmuring race!
  And when the latest one
Shall fold in death her feeble wings
  Beneath the autumn sun,
Then shall she raise her fainting voice        45
  And lift her drooping lid,
And then the child of future years
  Shall hear what Katy did.

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