In and out of the honeycomb A sticky, yummy, snug ,warm home Windy though with all the wings Beating and flapping making ears go and sing
Pollen collecting out in the fields With all the colours, greens, blues and teals. Daises, and forget-me-nots, Who I always forget Marigolds, and Sunflowers, Sweet as sugar can get. Even those thistles who put up a fight, Hold up their spears, and shields in their fright. We wouldn't hurt them, no, not a hit, We are just here to tease them a bit. When all of our day's work is done We go home to bed, Our honeycomb home Safe, and snug, Like a bug in a rug!