The sun is shining!

I do not know why, when I hear the words “busy bee,” the poem “The Tiger” comes immediately to mind. What I actually recall, once I stop to consider, are the following lines:

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

the first stanza of a poem written by Isaac Watts:  “Against Idleness and Mischief.” And following hard on the heels of that first thought, the parallel “How Doth the Little Crocodile” by Lewis Carroll.

The mind makes such odd associations, sometimes!