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III.
“I hope you'll not accuse me,
But excuse me,”
Said the simple Bee to the royal red Rose,
“If I take a pot of honey,
And don't put down the money,
For, alas, I haven't any, as all the world knows.
But excuse me,”
Said the simple Bee to the royal red Rose,
“If I take a pot of honey,
And don't put down the money,
For, alas, I haven't any, as all the world knows.
“Mister Bee, don't worry,
Nor be sorry,”
Said the queenly Rose to the poor, yeoman Bee:
“You've paid me for my honey
Much better than with money
In the sweet songs of Summer you sing and sing to me!”
Nor be sorry,”
Said the queenly Rose to the poor, yeoman Bee:
“You've paid me for my honey
Much better than with money
In the sweet songs of Summer you sing and sing to me!”
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