Hello Dee..I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are  with you.
Here comes another folk poem:
Maurice from Belgium
He is dead, busy bees
He is dead, busy bees; he's dead, busy bees!
Go tell the sad news to the flowers on the leas;
Go tell the sad news over forest and fell,
He's dead, busy bees, who served you so well.

He is dead, busy bees; he's dead, busy bees!
In the stillness of the night his soul found release,
So soft his breath ceased no watcher could tell.
So peaceful his end, who loved you so well.

He is dead, busy bees; he's dead, busy bees!
The winter is coming and soon it will freeze;
Your stores may be low, for I've no means to tell,
Now he's dead, busy bees, who served you so well.

He is dead, busy bees; he's dead, busy bees!
How oft he sat with you and smoked at his ease,
And watched your swift flight as you flew o'er the dell,
Now he's dead, busy bees; who served you so well.

He is dead, busy bees; he's dead, busy bees!
The crepe on your hives is astir in the breeze,
Attune your low notes, as tolls the last bell,
With the song of the hive, as he loved it so well.



                                                                             
                     R. E. Richardson, 1948

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