Arthur Guiterman (1871—1943) 

Kindness to Insects

I saw a Melancholy Wasp

Upon a Purple Clover Knosp,

Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,

Excluding me from Noble Song—

Though Pure am I and Wholly Crimeless—

Because, they say, my Name is Rhymeless!

Oh, had I but been born a Bee,

With Heaps of Words to Rhyme with me,

I should not want for Panegyrics

In Sonnets, Epics, Odes and Lyrics!

Will no one free me from the Curse

That bars my Race from Lofty Verse?"

"My Friend, that Little Thing I'll care for

At once," said I— and that is wherefore

So tenderly I set that Wasp

Upon a Purple Clover Knosp.

Taken from:
Guiterman's book The Light Guitar (New York and London: Harper & Brothers Publishers, 1923): 168

Knosp --- An architectural (or other) ornament in the form of a bud, or forming a bunch-like or rounded protuberance; a knop, knob, boss, stud" (OED).