The Song of the Bee

THE SONG OF THE BEE.

• Buzz! buzz! buzz!
  This is the song of the bee.
  His legs are of yellow;
  A jolly, good fellow,
  And yet a great worker is he.
• In days that are sunny
  He's getting his honey;
  In days that are cloudy
  He's making his wax:
  On pinks and on lilies,
  And gay daffodillies,
  And columbine blossoms,
  He levies a tax!
• Buzz! buzz! buzz!
  The sweet-smelling clover,
  He, humming, hangs over;
  The scent of the roses
  Makes fragrant his wings:
  He never gets lazy;
  From thistle and daisy,
  And weeds of the meadow,
  Some treasure he brings.
• Buzz! buzz! buzz!
  From morning's first light
  Till the coming of night,
  He's singing and toiling
  The summer day through.
  Oh! we may get weary,
  And think work is dreary;
  'Tis harder by far
  To have nothing to do.

Marian Douglas.