 
1. Tell me what the mill-wheels say, Always turning night and day; When we sleep and when we wake, What a busy sound they make! Never idle, never still, What a worker is the mill! 2. What is it that the brooklets say, Rippling onward day by day? Sweet as skylark on the wing, Ripple, ripple—thus they sing. Never idle, never still, Always working with a will! 3. Listen to the honey-bee, Flying now so merrily Here and there with busy hum— Humming, drumming, drumming, drum. Never idle, never still, Humming, drumming—hum it will! 4. Like the mill, the brook, the bee, May it now be said of me That I'm always busy too, For there's work enough to do. If I work, then, with a will, It will be but playing still; Ever merry, never weary, It will be but playing still. |
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