The Happy Bee's Honey Trip

In flower fields, sunbeams bright, Where colors dance in golden light, The Happy Bee, with fuzzy knees, Prepared to work among the trees.

From dawn till dusk, a buzzing sound, He kissed each blossom all around, The Flowers smiled, a vibrant hue, "Dear Bee," they said, "we trust in you!"

He sipped the nectar, sweet and clear, And tucked it safe, held ever dear, Then zoomed back home, a fuzzy streak, To Honeycomb, beyond the creek.

He mixed and fanned with buzzing wings, A golden magic nectar brings, The Honeycomb, a sticky town, Where golden droplets tumble down.

He built and buzzed with might and main, Ignoring sunshine, wind, and rain, A tiny worker, full of glee, Making honey for you and me!

The Happy Bee, his work complete, A yummy treat, so warm and sweet, The Honeycomb, all golden bright, Filled with honey, pure delight!