18 



SEPTEMBER 



TO A HONEY BEE 



Busy body, busy body, 

 Always on the wing ; 

 Wait a bit 



Where you have lit, 

 And tell me what 

 you sing. 



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tlfat :*fer*/': 



Up "&nd in the air again, 



Flap, flap, flap ! 



And now she stops, 

 And now she drops, 



Into the rose's lap. 



Come just a minute, come, 

 From your rose so red ; 



Hum, hum, 



Hum, hum, 

 That was all she said. 



