A cheery number

Grows on a tree

Count them

Count them

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!