Is it you that I see
buzz, buzzzz, buzzing around
making such a sound.
This I have found,
all around, me.

Bee, are you truly free,
flitting from flower, to tree?
On hot summer day
winding on your way
to make honey for me.

Bee, what will you bring me,
as you dance now, so fancy-free?
This way that you move
in your self-same groove,
makes life feel so smooth.

09/15/2009