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Bah, Bah, Black Sheep
Bees
A Beetle Tale
Beneath The Sea
Birthdays
Blackberries
Buzzy Bee

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Bah, Bah, Black Sheep

Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.



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Bees

A swarm of bees in May,
Is worth a load of hay.
A swarm of bees in June,
Is worth a silver spoon.
A swarm of bees in July,
Isn't worth a fly.



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A Beetle Tale

"O Come," the elder beetle said,
"For every one is safe in bed,
'Tis time to seek our nightly bread."
Then forth he crept with stealthy tread.

The clock ticked on--you would not deem
Naught could have broke that peace supreme,
The children slept, they scarce did dream,
The young moon cast a fitful gleam.

From crack and cranny beetles crept;
In black and polished coats they stepped
Upon that floor, which Jane had swept.
Ah me! how fast those children slept!

The elder beetle scratched his head
And thought a moment--then he said:
"Follow me, children, and be fed."
Forth to the larder door he led.

The Cook turned in her sleep--too late!
She should have covered with a plate
The dish that none shall save from fate;
She dreams the clock is striking eight!

But ah! not yet the night has run,
Not yet appears the morning sun--
Cook's handiwork is soon undone,
The tarts are eaten every one!



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Beneath The Sea

Were I a fish beneath the sea,
Shell-paved and pearl-brocaded,
Would you come down and live with me,
In groves by coral shaded?

No washing would we have to do;
Our cushions should be sponges--
And many a great ship's envious crew
Should watch our merry plunges!



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Birthdays

When birthdays come, we always write
Our names upon the nursery door,
And carefully we mark the height,
Each standing shoeless on the floor.

How strange to think birthdays will be
When we shall never add one more
To all those marks which gradually
Are climbing up the nursery door!



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Blackberries

In the garden strawberries grow,
Where anybody may not go,
But blackberries grow by the road,
Where all may get a basket-load;
So, little children, take your fill
Then carry homewards what you will.



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Buzzy Bee

This is the story of a little bee
Who lived with his folks in a honey tree.
His dad was worried, his mother, too
Buzzy didn't buzz, he just went, "boo."

Mrs. Yellowjacket would sit and cry
As the little bees went buzzing by
She asked her husband, "What will we do?
Our cute little Buzzy just says, 'Boo.' "

They played a radio so he could hear
Lots of buzzing songs, all loud and clear.
He sang to the music he listened to:
"Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

Word spread through the community.
That Buzzy was a disabled bee.
They laughed at the songs that he would do:
"Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

There on the limb was the With-it Bird.
Listening for the music that he had heard.
The voice of Buzzy came rockin' through,
"Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

"Hey, Missus Yellowjacket, I can see.
That boy of yours is a rockin' bee.
He's got rhythm and he knows it, too."
"Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

"He's the only bee that really does,
You can't do rock with a silly buzz.
He could do the vocals for a rockin' crew."
"Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

So Buzzy talked to the With-it bird.
"I'm glad you told 'em I'm not a nerd.
I'm having a ball with what I do.
Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

"I felt that music down in my soul,
That's why I just had to rock and roll.
Now, I can buzz, if you want me to.
Buzz BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

The parents were mad till they got the beat,
Then started clappin' and stompin' their feet.
Said, "This is cool, we can do it, too.
Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo"

So, little bees, when you're buzzing around.
Stop for a minute and say, "Get down."
Do The Bee Rock Boo, it's good for you.
Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooBoo

And now it is time to leave, you see.
Buzzy is a buzzing and booing bee.
So that's our story and now we're through
Boo BooBooBoo BooBooBoo BooHoo.



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