Honey Bee

Honey bee, honey bee,

Perched upon a cherry tree.

Come and fly close to me,

Honey bee, honey bee.

Tiny wings, tiny wings,
Flying past many things.
Oh what a joy it brings,
Tiny wings tiny wings

Flower bright, flower bright,
Colors shine into the night,
such a wonder fills my sight,
Flower bright flower bright.

Grasses green, grasses green,
Bee flying through unseen,
His own forest he has been,
Grasses green, grasses green.

In a hive, in a hive,
He may rest from 9 to 5,
with the sun he comes alive,
In a hive, in a hive.