Buzz-z-zing in activity,
a flurry over my head;
We follow his trail
in order to be fed.

He dips up and down
and flies by a tree.
He's looking for flowers
to make honey for me.

When looking for nectar,
he searches everything
But when he heads for home
he flies straight as a string.

His storage bins are full,
dripping with liquid gold
The little bee is very smart,
so I've been told.