The Busy Bee
Buzzing round the garden blooms,
A bee works all day long.
Gathering nectar, making honey,
Humming her sweet song.
From flower to flower, she never stops,
With wings that gently flutter.
A tireless worker in the hive,
In sunshine or in clutter.
Her stripes of gold and black do shine,
A pattern so unique.
She carries pollen on her legs,
A yellow, dusty streak.
At night she rests her tiny wings,
In the hive so warm.
Dreaming of the fields of flowers,
Until the early morn.
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