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The Beehive
The humming of the bee,
as he buzzes around me;
then he darts to the rose,
off to the violet he goes;
darts here and darts there,
has no worry or no care;
collects nectar on his way,
only work and no play;
makes it to his bee hive,
with nectar to keep alive;
feeds the queen a special mix,
forever brew not a quick fix;
a healthy hive with no ills,
always buzzing till winter chills.
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