In the springtime, joyous spring- time, When the birds begin to sing, And we hear the murmuring brook- lets, Then the bees are on the wing. When the long, cold days are over Bees are out to sip the dew And the nectar from the clover, Buttercups and daisies blue.
Supers placed above the beehive For the honey bee to find, Will be filled if showers are given To the flowers of every kind. Then the bees are kind and gentle "Take it hog," they seem to say; "We will work again the harder After the next rainy day.
"And we'll fill again the super, We don't mind with you to share, Early morn will find us busy Gathering honey everywhere. We just gladly gather honey, And the wax from off our back We produce, now is'nt it funny, No material do we lack.
"For our queen cells we have polen, Any egg a queen may be, From the proper food and cover, We produce a queen, you see. If some drones we wish for mating, Other food we must supply, Just the food we give while waiting For their hatching by and by."
"But when frost on field and hillside, In the autumn kills the flower, And in vain we search for honey, In each glen and leafy bower, Then in every hive is stationed Guards to watch our winter's store, For if you would rudely take it, We would search in vain for more.
"And we sting with all our fury, Take our honey if you dare, For we want to keep from starving In the winter, so beware." There's a moral we may gather From the busy bee for all, Gather food stuff in the summer, And protect it in the fall.
Maybe the recession has hit us hard, but we gave up on bottled water a long time ago. It simply doesn't make any sense to ship a bottle of water around the world (ahem, Perrier) when could have a perfectly good Brita.
Now there's a little bit more evidence for our cause. Drink local Ladies and Gents.