Buzz, buzz, buzz, goes the busy bee,
Flying from flower to flower, you see.
He hums a little tune, so sweet and low,
As he collects nectar, to and fro.
Zip, zip, zip, his wings they flap,
Across the garden, he takes a nap.
He sips the pollen, with a slurp, slurp, sound,
Then buzzes off, to new flowers, he's bound.
He's working hard, all day long,
Making honey, sweet and strong.
So next time you see a busy bee,
Remember the sounds, that make him happy!