Toward Idleness and Mischief

How doth the little hypno-bee

Improve each shining trance,

And drop into a reverie

If given half a chance!

How skillfully she sinks her will

How deep she drops in sleep!

And labors with a subject’s skill

Her Master’s thoughts to keep!

She does whatever she is asked

And follows all commands,

For Masters give delightful tasks 

To idle minds and hands.

In mindless bliss and kinky play

Let all her years be passed

As she surrenders every day

A hypno-bee at last.