by Nm120
I'm a busy little bee,
Buzzing 'round the willow tree.
Striped in black and yellow bright,
Flying high from morn' till night.
From flower to flower I do roam,
Sipping nectar, finding home.
In the garden, fields of green,
A buzzing sight, a joyful scene.
I work hard, all day long,
Singing nature's sweetest song.
Pollinating blooms, a helpful friend,
On my wings, the world depends.
I build my nest, a cozy place,
A honey hive, a sweet embrace.
With my sisters, we work as one,
Underneath the golden sun.