Morning spills across the garden,
Dewdrops shine on every leaf.
Past the daisies, past the clover,
Comes a little golden thief.
Wings go whirring, off it goes,
Where the tallest blossom grows.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! Here comes a bee,
Flying happily from tree to tree.
It touched a flower, red and blue,
And whispered softly, “How are you?”
It collected honey, sweet as can be,
What a busy little bee!
Round the roses, through the garden,
Past a pumpkin’s leafy shade,
Every flower gets a visit,
Every drop is carefully made.
With a wiggle, with a zoom,
Off to find another bloom.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! Here comes a bee,
Flying happily from tree to tree.
It touched a flower, red and blue,
And whispered softly, “How are you?”
It collected honey, sweet as can be,
What a busy little bee!
When the sun sinks low and the day is done,
Back to the hive in the setting sun.
Rest your wings, little friend, good night,
You’ve helped the garden grow just right.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! Here comes a bee,
Flying happily from tree to tree.
It touched a flower, red and blue,
And whispered softly, “How are you?”
It collected honey, sweet as can be,
What a busy little bee!
What a busy little bee!
