The humming trees, the humming trees,
The place where buzzing bumble-bees
Can dine together and take their ease;
Where blossoms bloom and hide the leaves
On which those busy little thieves
Now sit and snooze in flowering eaves;
While I beneath just start to sneeze
And wipe my nose, nor can I breathe
The scent of plants that do not please:
Still round my head those rumbling bees
Buzz drowsy through the humming trees.