Buzz! buzz! buzz!This is the song of the bee.His legs are yellow;A jolly, good fellow,And yet a great worker is he.In days that are sunnyHe’s getting his honey,In days that are cloudyHe’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 rosesMakes 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 lightTill the coming of night,He’s singing and toilingThe summer day through.Oh! We may get weary,And think work is dreary;‘Tis harder by farTo have nothing to do.
