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Boy and bee

by Asen Raztsvetnikov

-Knock Knock! Where did she hide?

Hey, light-winged bee!

-Who knocks on the gate?…

Get out of here, boy!

-Please don’t bring me back:

let me see your house!

-Look, sweet boy,

but remember I have a sting!

-Hey, dark-headed bee,

who gives you these cakes?

– I knead them myself

from flower pollen.

-Oh, bee with golden clothes,

who sent you this honey?

-My mother, boy,

wakes me up with a bell

and with his bowl of gold

I fly over the fields,

from grove to grove,

from flower to pollen,

from flowerbed to bowl,

from meadow to harbor –

so with a song line by line

I collect pollen and honey.