I lay on the edge of a green-colored world. Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fir. Bees kept busying, Bumblebees buzzing. So it was, I suppose, since the world arose;Bees busying, Bumblebees buzzing...

And I felt the wish to rob the 
wild bees of honey
which cost no money...
Just free...
I searched all day,
But these days, I must say,
You can't find bees
Just wherever you please...