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.