Bee Life. 



At early dawn 'tis quite a treat 



To see them work, they are so neat; 



Some clean their house with brooms and mops, 



And others empty out the slops. 



The architects, by rule and hne, 

 Their future cells with skill define; 

 The ever toiling workers these — 

 Meanwhile the Queen, she takes her ease; 

 Sole mother of the winged nation. 

 Her only work is propagation. 



