Drowsing forth a prosy song

Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other can,
Deep in dewy nectaries,
Petal-walled refectories–

Apple-blossom, columbine,
Rose and lily, all are thine,
Yet, though oft thy weight they bear,
Dost thou know how they are fair?

What’s a lily? What’s a rose?
Down the golden lane he goes,
Drowsing forth a prosy song,
“Honey! Honey!” all day long.

~ Arthur Guiterman