On the grass you lie;
Tell me then, at night
Are you in the sky?



BEES.

Bees don't care about the snow;
I can tell you why that's so:

Once I caught a little bee
Who was much too warm for me!

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Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;

One for my master,
And one for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

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Bless you, bless you, burnie bee;
Say, when will your wedding be?