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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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Taken on September 8, 2007