Lazy afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon;

Feel like singin' a lazy tune,

With the grass for my bed,

And a plum tree shady overhead.

But the barley's not yet in;

I hear tell it should've been,

And I've no call to lie here dreaming

on a lazy afternoon.

There's a bee comes buzzin' by;

Got his chores, and so have I:

Heard a song about the bee,

Says that busy little bug might be me!

Gettin' honey, sun to sun,

'Til the honey harvest's done.