A field of flowers, green sinew,
sacred towers, past I flew,
until I came unto a flower
surpassing others in the power
of it's scent and in I went
to gather nectar, and now spent,
I return unto my honeyed nest,
beyond field, and over the crest
of yonder hill,
oh what a thrill
it is to be a little bee
with pungent nectar inside of me.
