1. Clad in yellow are the virgin bees
Within and without in finery

2. Maidens glimpsed from on high
When the common folk below draw nigh

3. No light do they fashion till
Pollen ignites passion's pyre

4. Stars shine not save for the grace
Of the sun's radiant face

5. To a noble king of glory
Exalted stock and famed in story

6. I send a gift of purest ray
To one whose beauty lights the way