Classic Poem

Mutter zum Bienelein

" Little bee, little bee,
Careful — stay close to me. "
But what a bee should hear
Falls on a heedless ear.

Soon to the light he flies,
Deaf to his mother's cries
Calling him tremblingly:
" Little bee! Little bee! "

Blood of youth, never tame,
Seeks the eternal flame,
Where it burns fierce and free.
" Little bee — little bee. "

Now with a mighty breath
Flame seeks a flaming death . . .
" Careful — beware of joy —
Oh, my boy! Little boy! "