How Doth the Little Busy Bee
How doth the lit-tle bus-y bee
Im-prove each shin-ing hour,
And gath-er hon-ey all the day
From ev-ery open-ing flower!
How skill-ful-ly she builds her cell!
How neat-ly spreads the wax!
And la-bors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of la-bor or of skill
I would be bus-y too:
For Sa-tan finds some mis-chief still
For i-dle hands to do.
In books, or work, or health-ful play
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for ev-ery day
Some good ac-count at last.