The bees flurry around the flowers
Its hard to tell which one each favours
Is it all for the hive and driven by scent
Or is it desires that heaven have sent
Whatever drives their hustle
They work together
As one single muscle
The bees flurry around the flowers
Its hard to tell which one each favours
Is it all for the hive and driven by scent
Or is it desires that heaven have sent
Whatever drives their hustle
They work together
As one single muscle
Little Wren 