Lyrics for To a Honey Bee by Philip Freneau :
Thou, born to sip the lake or spring,
AAOr quaff the waters of the stream,
Why hither come, on vagrant wing?
AADoes Bacchus tempting seem–
AAAADid he for you this glass prepare?
AAAAWill I admit you to a share?

Did storms harass or foes perplex,
AADid wasps or king-birds bring dismay–
Did wars distress, or labors vex,
AAOr did you miss your way?
AAAAA better seat you could not take
AAAAThan on the margin of this lake.

Welcome!–I hail you to my glass:
AAAll welcome here you find;
Here let the cloud of trouble pass,
AAHere be all care resigned.
AAAAThis fluid never fails to please,
AAAAAnd drown the griefs of men or bees.

What forced you here we cannot know,
AAAnd you will scarcely tell,
But cheery we would have you go
AAAnd bid a glad farewell:
AAAAOn lighter wings we bid you fly–
AAAAYour dart will now all foes defy.

Yet take not, oh! too deep a drink,
AAAnd in this ocean die;
Here bigger bees than you might sink,
AAEven bees full six feet high.
AAAALike Pharaoh, then, you would be said
AAAATo perish in a sea of red.

Do a you please, your will is mine;
AAEnjoy it without fear,
And your grave will be this glass of wine,
AAYour epitaph–a tear
AAAAGo, take your seat in Charon’s boat;
AAAAWe’ll tell the hive, you died afloat.