How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour;
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skillfully she builds her cell,
How neat she spreads the wax;
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour, 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 past,
That I may give, for every day
Some good account at last.
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First Line: | How doth the little busy bee |
Title: | Against Idleness and Mischief |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1827 |