"IF YOU WERE A BEE."
IF you were a bee, if you were a bee,
What flower would you love best?
If you were a bird, a blithe little bird,
Where would you build your nest?
What flower would you love best?
If you were a bird, a blithe little bird,
Where would you build your nest?
The heart of a rose and the hawthorn close,
Are these the places you'd seek?
But Mother's warm breast is Baby's dear nest,
Baby's sweet rose is her cheek.
Are these the places you'd seek?
But Mother's warm breast is Baby's dear nest,
Baby's sweet rose is her cheek.
When blossoms turn pale and honey-cups fail
And nests grow cold with the year,
More warm grows the breast, and the cheek you have prest
Dearer and yet more dear.
And nests grow cold with the year,
More warm grows the breast, and the cheek you have prest
Dearer and yet more dear.
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