Flowers
Harry Behn
We planted a garden
Of all kinds of flowers
And it grew very well
Because there were showers,
And the bees came and buzzed:
This Garden is ours!
But every day
To the honeyed bowers
The butterflies come
And hover for hours
Over the daisies
And hollyhock towers.
So we let the honey
Be theirs, but the flowers
We cut to take
In the house are ours,
Not yours, if you please,
You busy bees!