His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry. " I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place where the four-leaf clovers grow.
You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -