Bees & Wasps


BUZZ! goes the bee,
Hour after hour,
BUZZ! goes the bee
From flower to flower.

Sucking out the nectar
Flying it home.
Storing up the nectar
In the honeycomb

BUZZ! goes the bee,
Making honey so sweet.
Bee makes the honey
That I love to eat!

What Do You Suppose

What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.

Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink.

And said, “I beg your pardon,
I thought you were a garden.”

I’m A Little Honeybee

(to the tune of “I’m A Little Tea Pot”)

I’m a little honeybee
Yellow and black
See me gather
Pollen on my back
What the queen bee tells me
I must do
So I can make sweet honey for you!

Do You Like To Buzz?

(to the tune of “Do Your Ears Hang Low?”)

Do you like to buzz,
Are you covered all in fuzz?
Do you call a hive a home
In the Garden where you roam?
Do you know how to make honey,
Are your stripes a little funny?
Do you like to buzz?


Here is the beehive. Where are the bees?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
Soon they will come, creeping out from the hive;
One, two , three, four, five.

Five Busy Bees

Five busy bees on a lovely spring day.
(hold up fingers)
This one said, “Let’s fly away.’
(indicate each bee in turn)
This one said “We’ll drink some nectar sweet.”
This one said, “Let’s get pollen on our feet.”
This one said “And then we’ll make some honey.”
This one said “Good thing it’s warm and sunny.”
So the five busy bees went flying along
(fly hand around while wiggling fingers)
Singing a happy honeybee song.
(Fly your hand behind your back)

Bees that buzz
At my elbows and knees —
No sir, I’m not
Fond of these.

But bees that buzz
Near flowers and stem,
Making honey —
I like them.

The Swarm of Bees

One little honeybee by my window flew;
Soon came another – then there were two.
Two happy honeybees in the apple tree;
One more bee came buzzing up – then there were three.
Three busy honeybees starting to explore
Another bee came to help – then there were four.
Four laden honeybees flying to the hive;
They were joined by one more bee – then there were five.
Five tired honeybees with the others mix;
Now there’s a swarm of them – a hundred times six.

Elsa Gorham Baker


Wasps in brightly
Coloured vests,
Chewing wood,
To make their nests.
Wasps,like rockets,
Zooming high,
Then dropping down
Where peaches lie.

Anne Ruddick