The Honey Bee..
The Honey Bee
In the springtime, joyous spring time,
When the birds begin to sing,
And we hear the murmuring brooklets,
Then the bees are on the wing.
When the long, cold days are over
Bees are out to sip the dew
And the nectar from the clover,
Buttercups and daisies blue.
Supers placed above the beehive
For the honey bee to find,
Will be filled if showers are given
To the flowers of every kind.
Then the bees are kind and gentle
Take it hog," they seem to say;
We will work again the harder
After the next rainy day.
And we'll fill again the super,
We don't mind with you to share,
Early morn will find us busy
Gathering honey everywhere.
We just gladly gather honey,
And the wax from off our back
We produce, now is'nt it funny,
No material do we lack.
Nettie Squire Sutton.
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