The Honey Bee

The honeybee skilfully builds her cell. She graciously secrete the wax, Labours hard to store it well And blesses others with the honey she makes. The honey bee blesses each hour,  And gather honey all the day From every shining flower And sweetens hearts everyday. Her smiles sweeten When the heart get bitter. Her words sweeten When the heart get sour. She is the Honey bee; Garnished with mellifluous teeth; Whose personality is like that of a Queen bee; Whose presence is as a cool stream to weary feet. Oh, come and have a sublime taste of honey; A gift you can't buy with money. Come and behold the eyes dripping with honey; From morning until evening. Dedicated to Oyindamola Tayo