Lyrics for To a Honey Bee by Philip Freneau :
Thou, born to sip the lake or spring,
A A Or quaff the waters of the stream,
Why hither come, on vagrant wing?
A A Does Bacchus tempting seem–
A A A A Did he for you this glass prepare?
A A A A Will I admit you to a share?
Did storms harass or foes perplex,
A A Did wasps or king-birds bring dismay–
Did wars distress, or labors vex,
A A Or did you miss your way?
A A A A A better seat you could not take
A A A A Than on the margin of this lake.
Welcome!–I hail you to my glass:
A A All welcome here you find;
Here let the cloud of trouble pass,
A A Here be all care resigned.
A A A A This fluid never fails to please,
A A A A And drown the griefs of men or bees.
What forced you here we cannot know,
A A And you will scarcely tell,
But cheery we would have you go
A A And bid a glad farewell:
A A A A On lighter wings we bid you fly–
A A A A Your dart will now all foes defy.
Yet take not, oh! too deep a drink,
A A And in this ocean die;
Here bigger bees than you might sink,
A A Even bees full six feet high.
A A A A Like Pharaoh, then, you would be said
A A A A To perish in a sea of red.
Do a you please, your will is mine;
A A Enjoy it without fear,
And your grave will be this glass of wine,
A A Your epitaph–a tear
A A A A Go, take your seat in Charon’s boat;
A A A A We’ll tell the hive, you died afloat.