How Doth The Little Busy Bee

  How doth the little busy bee     Improve each shining hour,   And gather honey all the day     From every opening flow'r!   How skilfully she builds her cell!     How neat she spreads the wax!   And labors hard to store it well     With the sweet food she makes.   In works of labor or of skill,     I would be busy too;   For Satan finds some mischief still     For idle hands to do.   In books, or work, or healthful play,     Let my first years be past,   That I may give for ev'ry day     Some good account at last. ISAAC WATTS