I'm a busy little bee, Buzzing 'round the willow tree. Striped in black and yellow bright, Flying high from morn' till night. From flower to flower I do roam, Sipping nectar, finding home. In the garden, fields of green, A buzzing sight, a joyful scene. I work hard, all day long, Singing nature's sweetest song. Pollinating blooms, a helpful friend, On my wings, the world depends. I build my nest, a cozy place, A honey hive, a sweet embrace. With my sisters, we work as one, Underneath the golden sun.