Honey bee, Honey bee.
Soar with curiosity.
Let the flight be your reward.
Honey bee, Honey bee.
Collect all the pollen you can see.
Let the flower's beauty be your reward.
Honey bee, Honey bee.
I built a box for thee.
Let the hive be your reward.
Honey bee, Honey bee.
Make your nectar for me.
Let the work be your reward.
Honey bee, Honey bee.
Your sting has set you free.
Let your death be your reward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Plants make nectar; bees collect and use nectar. I like your last stanza. : ) bri