Fytte I. Bee Life. 



All hail! thou lovely month of May, 

 With parti-coloured flowers gay! 

 And hail to you, my darling Bees; 

 Much wealth you gain on days like these. 

 From morn to eve a humming sound 

 Ahout the bee-house circles round. 



The sentinels, in armour bright, 

 Keep watch and ward throughout the night; 

 And drive away, constrained by oath. 

 The mice, and toads, and Death's head moth. 



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