Solar Waltz

Well time, she did as time, she does She passed along her way And dawn she crept like a frightened girl Out from the night-time's sway But in the merry month of May A solemn fast does lurk For spring, it sprung as spring, it does And put the bees to work And work they must, and work they shall For all the things to grow For if they don't, as time, she knows They'd wither on the bough And what a shame such things would be No wondrous wine for you and me No cider too, nor mead nor soup For us to all make merry So rot, ferment and decompose So all the things can grow Or wallow in a drinkless world And wither on the bough Oh, what a dusty burden That nectar and that pollen Like Atlas with the heavens On the back of his head What if they should falter And shrug their little shoulders? Well, time, she'd pass all the same