Page 7 - Theft on the Apennines

In the distance, a silken cloth

waves the Hummingbird Hawkmoth.

"Noble Lords, how can I help you?

Would you give me at least some

clue?"

"Did you take my pollen grains?

I see them on your wing veins!"

The moth checks, and she does rush,

all of a sudden, her cheeks do blush.

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