The bee did wend its buzzing way
Bumbling hither and tither and gay
In the spring's new light of day
Searching out its food
The willow catkins dangled down
A clutch of lanterns green, yellow and brown
The bees fandangled in their crown
And danced a gleeful jig
The season showed its streams of green
Its colours bright upon the scene
Though wind blew cool then warm and keen
The Merry sun did brighten
And winter shed its skein of cold
The spring snake slid out green and bold
The foreman shouts take hold, take hold
As the curtain falls to dampen
And in the sky the stars appear
Bright and bold, wild and clear
The fire flies dance in good cheer
Of silk they've spun to lighten
And quests take hold
And nests appear
the young are bold
and the rest are near
As I walked out
upon an April amble
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