Come to quick me,
oh sweet honey bee,
with your hive and buzzing swarm.
Bombilates you sing,
harmonised by your queen,
of nectared air in a summer warm.
In fluttering breeze,
dance the pollen trees,
of flowering pistils and fantasy’s charm.
Pause fast the weeds,
of growing faired seeds,
in nature’s delight of planted farm.
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