My dear son, dear son
Look at the bees busy
They await not fortune or boon
But sincerely work, you see
They know not how to talk
A blessing in disguise!
They do not at others mock
Unknown to them are lies
They have no schools to learn
Yet they are orderly
Goodwill of fellows they earn
By working selflessly
Honeybees in size are puny
But teach lessons many.
