THE WORKER BEE.
Through the fields of nodding cloverComes a dainty little rover;On from bud to blossom hasting,Not the smallest moment wasting.Ever gay and uncomplaining,Nature's honeyed chalice draining;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bowerTo a modest sister flower,In whose tender heart reposesAll the sweets of all the roses;Then with golden trophies ladenHomeward hums this busymaiden;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.
Through the fields of nodding cloverComes a dainty little rover;On from bud to blossom hasting,Not the smallest moment wasting.Ever gay and uncomplaining,Nature's honeyed chalice draining;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bowerTo a modest sister flower,In whose tender heart reposesAll the sweets of all the roses;Then with golden trophies ladenHomeward hums this busymaiden;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.
Through the fields of nodding cloverComes a dainty little rover;On from bud to blossom hasting,Not the smallest moment wasting.Ever gay and uncomplaining,Nature's honeyed chalice draining;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.
Through the fields of nodding clover
Comes a dainty little rover;
On from bud to blossom hasting,
Not the smallest moment wasting.
Ever gay and uncomplaining,
Nature's honeyed chalice draining;
Merry little worker bee,
Ev'ry day a jubilee.
Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bowerTo a modest sister flower,In whose tender heart reposesAll the sweets of all the roses;Then with golden trophies ladenHomeward hums this busymaiden;Merry little worker bee,Ev'ry day a jubilee.
Past the "red-cap's" fragrant bower
To a modest sister flower,
In whose tender heart reposes
All the sweets of all the roses;
Then with golden trophies laden
Homeward hums this busymaiden;
Merry little worker bee,
Ev'ry day a jubilee.