Bird and honey bees.
Bird singing beautifully on the tree top.
Each morning, I hear bird singing.
and it brights up my morning.
Come sings, let sing all along.
Come sing just my song.
Look honey bees bussing all around.
Busy making the sweet honey.
From the sweetest honey bees.
and it will never go bitter.
throughout their entire honey bees life.
I just listen to one bird.
but it Sing, the song that no one like.
and the song it just for me and i like.
Come a long, sing my song.
Sing the song and it will never end, with me.
Oh, my sweet lovely, honey bees.
Not the bee that stings.
But making the sweetest honey.
Come honey bees, let make honey.
Each mouth sweetness never end.
Bird you are gifted.
and honey bee you so sweet
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