BUZZITA
Buzzita was a funny bee,
A lazy litle honeybee
Who thought that making honey wasn't fun.
She longed to be a butterfly,
To fly and flit and flutter by,
Or teeter on a flower in the sun.
When every other honeybee
Was hunting honey hungrily,
She hid beneath a leaf, and tried to shirk,
Until the Queen with brittle tone
Spoke sharply from her little throne:
"Come, come, beehave yourself and go to work."
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Leo Harrington |
Ashamed, Buzzita flew away,
She went to work and worked all day
To fill her honey‑bucket to the top;
Nor did she pause when four‑o‑clocks
With tiny, tinkling ticks and tocks
Instructed her that it was time to stop.
And as she worked, she sang this song:
"I'm glad that I am big and strong,
For work is good for honeybees like me;
And since I'm not a butterfly
That likes to flit and flutter by,
I'll try to be the bee a bee should be!"
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