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These are the Nights that Beetles love-
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate
The terror of the Children
The merriment of men
Depositing his Thunder
He hoists abroad again-
A Bomb upon the Ceiling
Is an improving thing-
It keeps the nerves progressive
Conjecture flourishing-
Too dear the Summer evening
Without discreet alarm-
Supplied by Entomology
With its remaining charm-