Written by Adam M. Snow
Sinful and violet beneath the trees,
roses blooming upon the Spring.
They know the truth that lies the bees,
oh little ones who buzz and sing.
Why are you gone? Why are you gone?
Your buzzing decrease upon my lawn.
Are you fleeing, leaving my garden?
Upon my roses still sweet nectar,
for you to take if I must pardon
the intrusion little collector.
Come again, come again
- you little Nature's kin
Take upon you my sweet nectar,
there are many and there are many.
Take all you want, little collector,
there are many beyond plenty.
Take all you want little bee, little bee
- to your hive upon my tree.