And play with me while they are gone.
O no, little lady, I can’t come, indeed,
I’ve no time to idle away,
I’ve got all my dear little children to feed,
And my nest to new cover with hay.
Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,
But come here and play with me, do:
The sparrow won’t come and stay with me an hour,
But stay, pretty Bee—will not you?
O no, little lady, for do not you see