| or chard | fields | (over) | car ry |
| weath er | vis it | cl over | hive |
| gath er | snug | buzz | store |
THE BEE
“Buzz, buzz,” said the bee,
“I have much work to do,
The garden and orchard
I must search through and through.
I must visit the meadows
And fields of red clover,
And search them for honey
Over and over.
To the hive I must carry
My honey with care,
And store it away
While the weather is fair.
For soon will come winter,
The ice and the snow,
And round our snug bee-hive
The cold winds will blow.
Buzz, buzz, little children,
Keep out of my way;
I must gather and store
All I can this bright day.”