Honey bee, honey bee,

Perched upon a cherry tree.

Come and fly close to me,

Honey bee, honey bee.

 
Tiny wings, tiny wings,

Flying past many things.

Oh what a joy it brings,

Tiny wings tiny wings

 
Flower bright, flower bright,

Colors shine into the night,

such a wonder fills my sight,

Flower bright flower bright.

 
Grasses green, grasses green,

Bee flying through unseen,

His own forest he has been,

Grasses green, grasses green.

 
In a hive, in a hive,

He may rest from 9 to 5,

with the sun he comes alive,

In a hive, in a hive.

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