Death of Queen Caroline/The busy bee

THE BUSY BEE.

A buſy humble Bee am I.
that range the garden funny;
From flow'r to flow'r I changing fly,
and every flower's my honey.
Bright Chloe, with her golden hair,
a while my rich jonquile is,
Till cloy'd with ſipping Nectar there,
I ſhift to roſy Phillis.
I ſhift, &c.

But Phillis's ſweet opening breaſt
remains not long my ſtation,
For Kitty muſt be now addreſs’d,
my ſpicy breath'd carnation.
Yet Kitty’s fragrant bed I leave,
to other flow'rs I'm rover;
And all in turns my love receives
the gay wide garden over.
The gay, &c.

Variety, that knows no bound,
my roving fancy edges
And oft with Flora I am found
in dalliance under hedges:
For as I am an arrant Bee,
who range each bank that's ſunny,
Both fields and gardens are my fee,
and ev'ry flower's my honey.
And every, &c.