Spree, see, peers!
Free to the world so sweet;
Resting under a big tree,
As the wind blew along.
In your mind,
To search and find what you are looking for;
Taking a rest under a big tree,
With the muse of a bee seen in your direction! !
Thinking of the fee for your classes,
And, to free your mind from,
The evil works of mankind on earth.
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