'Into my hive an air that chills From yon far country blows ..' intoned the Queen “I beg your pardon?”, said one of her retinue. “It's poetry”, said another, “A Shropshire Bee, if I'm not mistaken.” “Quite right, though improved by myself.”, said her maj. “She's quite the polymath, our queen.”, said a bee on the edge of the circle. “An autodidactic polymath,” added another, not wishing to be outdone. ...
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