The Little Busy Bee. (Air, "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." Pat's Pick, page 42.) 2 Flats.

O, the little busy bee, in the garden you may see, Gathering honey thro' the golden summer hours, He is cheery and he's gay, and intent he works away, Storing treasures from the sweetly blooming flow'rs. Chorus— Working, working in the sunbeams, Gathering honey all the day, O, the little busy bee is the type for you and me, For the winter he provides in sunny May. When the lark springs from the corn, in the early summer morn, And ascends on wings of gladness to the sky, O, the little busy be, to his labor goeth he, You may hear his merry song as he goes by. —Cho. In the sultry glare of noon still he sings his merry tune, As he ranges through the depths of some bright dell, If you try to shut him in you will hear a pretty din, And may chance to get an angry blow as well. —Che.

Work for the Night is Coming. (Pat's Pick, page 78; Franklin Square No. 1, page 116.) 1 Flat. Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours, Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flow'rs;