O buzzy bee! how brisk and brave
Your humming flight from flower to flower;
Your waxen cells stored up with honey-grist;
Your busy hum a song of glee;
Your fuzzy coat as soft as moles;
Your waxen wings as clear as glass;
Your busy ways from morn to eve –
These are but hints of what you be:
A buzzy, bustling, merry soul,
Contented with your little lot,
And always ready for a bit of fun,
A cheerful neighbour, and a trusty friend,
A buzzy, bustling, merry soul!
O busy bee! how brisk and brave
Your humming flight from flower to flower;
Your happy lot, a life of love,
A song of joy, a fragrant bower,
A buzzy, bustling, merry soul!