A honey comb, they have found,
Rich, and sweet, and golden brown,
And amongst the syrup screen.
Bumble bee has wooed his queen.
Sugar from his kiss she taste,
Slender arms around his waist,
This little bit on which she dined,
Leaves her wanting more she find.
So off he fly to find a bloom.
Nectar from its core he hewn.
To fly right back, set lips upon,
His honey girl, the golden one.