When flowers bloom, the bees are seen
To fly and swarm around.
From places far, they leave their Queen
To go where flowers are found.
Like troops they sally forth to fly
Across the valley wide.
Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing! they go so high
Alone the green hillside.
Away they go without a rest,
Before the sun is up;
They fly on high with efforts best,
And soon they reach the cup.
With joy they suck the nectar sweet,
From flower to flower they go,
To carry pollen on their feet
To help the flowers grow.
For life's like this: to work, to wait.
To love, to take, to give and create;
Others to help and none to hate,
Strive thus in each and every day.
To fly and swarm around.
From places far, they leave their Queen
To go where flowers are found.
Like troops they sally forth to fly
Across the valley wide.
Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing! they go so high
Alone the green hillside.
Away they go without a rest,
Before the sun is up;
They fly on high with efforts best,
And soon they reach the cup.
With joy they suck the nectar sweet,
From flower to flower they go,
To carry pollen on their feet
To help the flowers grow.
For life's like this: to work, to wait.
To love, to take, to give and create;
Others to help and none to hate,
Strive thus in each and every day.