Busy Bees

There used to be a farmer Known as a stingy man; He toiled and saved his money — And then the fun began.

He bought a swarm of honey bees, And took them to the farm; They toiled throughout the summer, They didn't do no harm.

They stored a lot of honey In the sunny golden hours; While they rested in the evening, 'Neath the brightly shining stars.

But the farmer didn't like it When they quit at close of day; He thought that they were stalling; You see, no work no pay.

So he caught a bunch of fireflies, To supply the bees with light; And he put them in the beehives So the bees could work at night.