Said a little wandering maiden
To a bee with honey laden,
"Bee, at all the flowers you work,
Yet in some does poison lurk."
"That I know, my little maiden,"
Said the bee with honey laden;
"But the poison I forsake,
And the honey only take."
"Cunning bee, with honey laden,
That is right," replied the maiden;
"So will I, from all I meet,
Only draw the good and sweet."