How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From ev'ry open flow'r ?
How skillfully she builds her cell.
How neat she spreads her wax;
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or works, or healthy play
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for ev'ry day
Some good account at last."
--Isaac Watts, aka the "Fatherof English Hymnody," 1715
inspired by this post, (among other things). Thanks, Ren.
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how doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail
and spread the waters of the nile on every goldenn scale?
down the rabbit hole, indeed.
"Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs."
yeah, Lewis Carroll makes a lot more sense when you take into account the sort of educational system/culture he was steeped in
"In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do."
A hah...That 'splains alot! People need to be knitting!
My husband and I bought each other copies of "The Annotated Alice" for our birthdays the year before we got married. I was in Phoenix and he was in San Diego, and we each bought the other one the book without knowing it.
It's a great read and adds much to the Alice stories.
Anytime, Belle.
Aahhh lewis caroll fucking up kids for life for centuries!
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