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In a hive called 'Honey Heaven'
Lives a bee whose name is Beven.
     Hatched from an egg in honeycomb,
     This special hive is Beven’s home.

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Larvae dine on bread and milk
In small cocoons, as soft as silk.
     As pupae, bees gain legs and eyes
     And powerful wings so they can fly.

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Lives in cocoons are lives of ease,
For it’s a working life for bees.
     Now Beven’s in an adult team
     Who work all day - or so it seems.

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She gathers pollen on her comb
And, with sweet nectar, takes it home.
     There, honey’s made for you and me
     So thank bees as you eat your tea.

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They pollinate both plants and flowers
And work in both the sun and showers.
     Without the bees we all would die,
     So, listen well - I’ll tell you why.

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Bees’ pollination helps plants grow
And to every bee our thanks must go.
     So thank you Beven and other bees
     For flowers, for grain and fruit from trees.

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