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Honey
Honey
When I had honey sweet honey
I knew no peace till the hive was burnt alive
For swarms of insects smiling
Came licking all day they have
Then I felt like a Beauty holding
A mirror that she could not use
Because her face is eroded by burns
And selfish insects she dared not abuse
Much have I thought of past and seen
How poor ants' hearts are ever sound
And how they give affectionate hugs
And how by love they are bound
When I see these poor disciplined ants busy
And see the rich grasshoppers cosy
Poor ants I think need not break their line
And lazy grasshoppers' hands they should join
When I had honey Oh ! Sweet Honey
Many drones proud selfish
But now I have no honey at all
Even a water drop I can relish
When I had honey sweet honey
I knew no peace till the hive was burnt alive
For swarms of insects smiling
Came licking all day they have
Then I felt like a Beauty holding
A mirror that she could not use
Because her face is eroded by burns
And selfish insects she dared not abuse
Much have I thought of past and seen
How poor ants' hearts are ever sound
And how they give affectionate hugs
And how by love they are bound
When I see these poor disciplined ants busy
And see the rich grasshoppers cosy
Poor ants I think need not break their line
And lazy grasshoppers' hands they should join
When I had honey Oh ! Sweet Honey
Many drones proud selfish
But now I have no honey at all
Even a water drop I can relish
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Honey
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