Isaac Watts

How Doth the Little Busy Bee

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How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower.


How skilfully she builds her cell;

How neat she spreads her wax,

And labors hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.


In works of labor or of skill

I would be busy too;

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.


In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be passed;

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.