From flower after flower,
The clear-winged buzzing bee
Gathers pollen and nectar
As long as she can see.
Then she herself must carry it
All the way home,
Where she makes it into honey
And stores it in the comb.
She has no time for playing,
Nor movies nor TV.
No wonder that they call her
[Which, of course, is why they call her]
The “Busy” little bee!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 22, 1953
