Put me beside the bees-bite. Take me into the sun. The shadow and the shade Are not pleasing For a life that has just begun.
I am more safe near the bees-bite Soothed by the quiet buzzing sound And can wake, doze or sleep As I want to With nobody else around.
My tiny brain is too fragile To take in all it may see. My young limbs are weak And so feeble. It's rest and growth that I seek.
Your world chills me and frightens. The forbidding voices And the noises I fear. Leave me with bees - They assure me that no harm will ever come near.
Don't lay me alone in the garden. Don't lay me alone by the road. Lay me out there Where the bees are in swarm The clouds are on high And the weather is warm.
The smell of the bees-bite will linger Stay with me for as long as I live. I shall always be thankful For the comfort and safety they give.
The Alsatian dog also watches. Its growling keeps strangers away. Its bark and its bite Makes my little heart shake: I really don't want him to stay.
"You must not throw things in the bushes". The bees would bite if I did. Among bushes and trees And flowering-bowers Where these creatures hover A world of enchantment is hid.
There's nothing to fear in the garden As long as the bees-bite is there. The shouts and the sounds from further around Fade on the breeze: Their cadence just trilling on air.
Thunder storms and rain drops Make me wet and spoil the crops. In winter's cold and autumn fog We shelter by the fireside-log. The owl at night Gives me a fright. The foxes' bark Pervades the dark.
The insects' hum and springtime bloom Takes away the woodland gloom. Moist bracken and the morning-dew Light on the grass of varied hue. Across the lawn A new day's dawn Sun and cloud A happy shroud.
On the wire to the telephone The dear dove sings all alone A squirrel runs into the mist Fresh plants in the earth Are signs of annual re-birth In a garden the Spirit has kissed.
Don't you know what is meant by the bees-bite? Though it was you that told me it's so. "It's time for his nap. Take blanket and wrap. Lay his young head By the lavender bed". Yes, that's where I wanted to go.