WHERE is the honeybee? 

Where has the swallow flown? 

Only the chickadee 

Chirrups his song alone. 

Where is the bobolink, 

Bubbling with merriment? 

What was the road, think, 

The gadding firefly went? 

Whither flew the little wings 

Grown in green forest aisles? 

Where are the pretty things 

That blossomed miles on miles? 

Mary N. Prescott.