Oh sleepy Bee...
Oh sleepy bee
The days grow cold
The summer sun once shone so bold
An autumn air has been foretold
Begone dear bee be gone go home
And sleep, slumber down deep dear bee
For the winds grow crisper
And the air bites all it holds
Nights grow longer as the day gets old
Be gone dear bee be gone and hurry home.



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