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Once there was a lazy bee:

       Lizzy was her name –

And Lizzy didn’t want to work,

     Which really was a shame ---

 

For all her sisters went to work

     All through the summer hours.

They gathered pollen – nectar too –

     From many pretty flowers.

 

It’s from their work that honey’s made –

     So good for bees and you –

But to return now to that lazy bee:

     Whatever should they do?

 

‘Now look here, lazy Lizzy bee:

     You’ll have to work, for sure!’

And the queen bee, cross with Lizzy Bee,

     Just kicked her through the door.

 

‘There’s no room here for bees like you

     Who want a life of ease.

For certain there’s much work to do

      For all we little bees.’

 

So Lizzy thought and thought again - - -

     And then what did she do?

Oh -  she now makes honey every day

     For me and also you.

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