The
Busy Bee
HOW DOTH THE LITTLE
BUSY BEE, IMPROVE
EACH SHINING HOUR;
AND GATHER HONEY
ALL THE DAY, FROM
EVERY OPENING FLOWER.
HOW SKILFULLY SHE
BUILDS HER CELL, HOW NEAT
SHE SPREADS HER WAX;
AND LABOURS HARD TO
STORE IT WELL, WITH THE
SWEET FOOD SHE MAKES.
IN WORKS OF LABOUR,
OR OF SKILL,
I WOULD BE BUSY TO;
FOR SATAN FINDS SOME
MIS-CHIEF STILL, FOR
IDLE HANDS TO DO.
IN BOOKS, OR WORKS, OR
HEALTHFUL PLAY, LET MY
FIRST YEARS BE PAST;
THAT I MAY GIVE FOR
EVERY DAY, SOME GOOD
ACCOUNT AT LAST.
WATTS.
