Pierre-Célestin Billet 1837 – 1922
by Isaac Watts
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower !
How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neatly spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account a last.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower !
How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neatly spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes
In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account a last.
I thought that this poem was a really good though gentle reminder to be busy and active. And with that reminder rattling around in my head, I know today will be profitable!
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