By the pond, just over there,
Amid the flowers, planted with care.
A busy bee, works his best,
Keep on collecting, does not rest.
In the flower, and out again,
Works so fast, before the rain.
A busy bee, moves so fast,
Takes some shelter, until rain past.
By the pond, on the flowers,
Back out again, works for hours.
A busy bee, works when dry,
When it's raining, he can't fly.