Poems (Bass)/The Worker Bee
THE WORKER BEE.
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 uncomplaimng, Nature's honeyed chalice draining;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 rose; Then with golden trophies laden Homeward hums this busy maiden; Merry little worker bee, Ev'ry day a jubilee.