A cheery number
Grows on a tree
One, two, three!
Some hang alone, in pairs or threes
High upon the tops of trees
They love to chatter in the breeze
Calling to the Sun, please, please, please!
To shed more light on the flowers
Sitting proud like little towers
So the bees can hum their little tune
With the magic from the Moon
They sing songs to the flowers
In the day for hours and hours
Until it is time to come back home
Inside the golden dome
Now these sweet numbers
May in midday slumbers
When the Sun is high
While the bees fly
But in the morn they call the Sun
Waking up the shining one!