There was a little bee
It always wore black and yellow
And was always happy
The bee love the row,
And the heat of the sun
The red petals of the Rose
The bobcats and the moon
And the dark haired moose
The bee would always smile
She was blessed, she had honey
She was lovely and mild
And all about her, she was funny
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