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Bees Are Right

Flowers red and flowers white Fill my hours with sweet delight; Flowers white and flowers red Smiling from their dewy bed. Tiny flowers, flowers tall, Waving o'er the garden wall; Bees are happy, bees are right, These do make a pleasing sight. Older flowers hanging low, Younger flowers upward grow; Gentle buds, brimming mirth, Bursting from the heart of earth. Winds so friendly flow along, Puffing slow with petal-song; Robins sing and robins sigh, "Oh, why not a flower I?" See the children, children sweet, Tumbling at the flowers' feet; Lovers young and lovers true Kiss the flowers, two by two. Eyes of love and eyes of light Mingle in the flowers might; Might of beauty, Beauty's spring, Oh! they make the world sing!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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