GM. Introduce some Kipling verse to your morning coffee routine.
The Bee-Boy’s Song
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neighbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"
A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding-day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away - die away -
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.
Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!
Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away - dwine away -
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.
GM. Here’s a little Kipling to start your day:
The Beginnings
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
Dragons Love Their Paper Money
Dragons love their paper money,
They count it by the ton,
Like a pot with endless honey,
They print it just for fun,
For creatures used to hoarding gold,
This is quite a new trend,
Guarding lairs is rather old,
It’s easier to spend,
And when they spend it far and wide,
It helps them to achieve,
All of their goals without a glide,
Their stories you believe,
With their paper note comes a trust,
From seller to buyer,
Compliance sans coercive thrust,
Sans barred teeth or fire,
But can a dragon print too much,
And give himself a burn,
Give the printer a heavy touch,
A lesson he must learn,
He sends the trusted paper out,
Everything else comes in,
Until the paper loses clout,
And then the games begin,
They’ll start by moving the goalposts,
And say that you are blind,
To all their accolades and boasts,
Of the peace they have signed,
If that doesn’t work, they’ll start wars,
To occupy your eyes,
Throw paper notes at neighbor’s doors,
Choose leaders as their guise,
If that won’t play, they’ll make fake jobs,
And print more fake paper,
To pay for all the lazy slobs,
Making savings vapor,
They may offer future earnings,
Against their own shelf life,
Imagining no bad turnings,
From blessedness to strife,
When the turning finally comes,
With dragons caught off guard,
They’ll hide all red font final sums,
But nothing can retard,
The fires kindled just for them,
For eating the seed corn,
And ploys of paper money whims,
Expense of those yet born,
For their love of paper money,
These dragons to destroy,
Even lands of milk and honey,
And fields of rape and soy,
Even dragons have a shelf life,
Just like their paper bills,
Their elderly minds are self-rife,
Their gullets filled with pills,
We see dragons eat their own tales,
Claim that others did it,
Print paper money till it fails,
Give the printer credit,
They must resort to hoarding gold,
Proper pastime to store,
A technology slow and old,
They’ll have fun staying poor,
While the rest of us store our time,
In what they call vapor,
We’ll be eating steak in its prime,
They’ll be eating paper.
