Watch the little worker bee’s waggle dance
And follow wherever she may lead
To follow her is less of a chance
And more of knowing the best place to be
She would never lead you astray
There’s not a speck of bad in her pouch
She would be pleased if you could stay
For a spoon of tea in your honey, but she hasn’t a couch
So wave hello-goodbye as she flies on her way
From her bumbling, buzzing residential place
Through the garden which you have selflessly made
And back again, away, away, away
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Spoon of Tea in Your Honey

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