THE BEE

“Buzz, buzz,” said the bee,

“I have much work to do,

The garden and orchard

I must search through and through.

I must visit the meadows

And fields of red clover,

And search them for honey

Over and over.

To the hive I must carry

My honey with care,

And store it away

While the weather is fair.

For soon will come winter,

The ice and the snow,

And round our snug bee-hive

The cold winds will blow.

Buzz, buzz, little children,

Keep out of my way;

I must gather and store

All I can this bright day.”

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