The bee buzzed up in the heat
“I am faint for your honey, my sweet.”
The flower said, “Take it, my dear
For now is the spring of the year
So come, come!”
“Hum!”
And the bee buzzed down from the heat

And the bee buzzed up in the cold
When the flower was withered and old
“Have you still any honey, my dear?”
She said, “It’s the fall of the year
But come, come.”
“Hum.”
And the bee buzzed off in the cold