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I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose / A wee one, that grows / Down low on the bush, where her sisters above / Cannot see all that's done / As the moments roll on. / Nor hear all the whispers and murmurs of love.
They flaunt out their beautiful leaves in the sun, / And they flirt, every one, / With the wild bees who pass, and the gay butterflies. / And that wee thing in pink- / Why, they never once think / That she's won a lover right under their eyes.