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.”