Bee:
“I am a hungry little bee
But around me I can see
Only snowflakes and white snow
When will grass start again to grow?”
Squirrel:
“Little bee, you want a nice flower
Run away now to your tower
Hive will protect you from the cold
There is honey yellow like gold!”
Bee
“Yes my friend, you are right
With winter, I’ve lost my fight,
In my hive I go to sleep
That promise I want to keep”!
Squirrel:
“I will tell you just one thing
Don’t wake up before spring!”