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Said a little wandering maiden To a bee with honey laden, "Bee, at all the flowers you work, Yet in some does poison lurk." "That I know, my little maiden," Said the bee with honey laden; "But the poison I forsake, And the honey only take." "Cunning bee, with honey laden, That is right," replied the maiden; "So will I, from all I meet, Only draw the good and sweet." |