Hear, my oreilles , the eager cry of the Bee as it arcs towards the soleil , away from the still full fleurs , heading now towards the ruche with its sugar food load, aquiver with expectation of the Dance it will perform at the ruche .
Hear, my ears, the eager cry of the Bee as it arcs towards the sun, away from the still full flower, heading now towards the hive with its sugar food load, aquiver with expectation of the Dance it will perform at the hive.
