Busy Little Bee - Oneida

The smallest part of nothing

Won’t gleam in the sun

The smudge of spent gray ashes

To think «I might have done.»

Busy little bee

A dance will make you free

Rest yourself on me

A sting before you flee

And stagger to the earth

Living in a safe place

Quiet as a mouse

They will always find you

Crush you like a louse

Busy little bee

Work will make you free

Laugh and dance with glee

Laugh again for me

What lies within the flower?

Your body may betray you

Mediate your wants

It’s really all to simple

The ghost «desire» haunts

Busy little bee

Tend to all you see

Your hive up in a tree

Reflect and bend a knee

And pray the moon, sun and starts grow old