Up to what you sister bee
Running fast with a glee
I have collect the nectar
Before the day goes flee
You can’t eat too much but
You keep on hoarding more
The joy of life in working
Not thinking whom it is for
You know a thief one day
Will come and rob you of all
If he cannot spare his nature
How can I leave mine at all
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