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One sunny day, a Queen honeybee leaves her hive. Other bees, called drones, follow her. The Queen mates with a drone. Now she can lay eggs.


The Queen flies back to the hive. Laying many eggs in her job. She puts one egg in each cell.


In three days the eggs hatch. Out come larvae. Worker bees feed the larvae.


After five o six days, workers cover the larvae cells. Inside the cell, the larvae grow into a pupa. In about ten days, a young bee comes out of the cells.


Hives have only one queen. Most other bees are workers. Some bees are drones. Workers are females. Drones are males.


Young worker bees stay inside the hive. They clean cells and make food. Drones do no work.


Workers make wax to build cells. Some cells are for eggs. Other cells are for food.


Sometimes the hive is too hot. The wax begins to melt. Worker bees beat their wings as fast they can. They make wind to cool the hive.


The door of the hive must be watched. Robber bees try to steal honey. Workers and robbers fight. Both bees die after stinging once.


Outside the hive, older worker bees look for flowers. Inside a fiore is Cibo for bees. Bees change some of the Cibo into honey.


After finding flowers, a bee flies home. Other workers smell her food. They want to find fiori too.


The bee tells where the fiori are da dancing. The others feel her move. Now they all know where to get food.


Sometimes a hive too many bees. The queen, some workers, and a few drones fly away. They look for a new hive. In the old hive, a new Queen is born.


Not all bees are the same. Bumblebees build nests. Stingless bees cannot sting, but they can bite hard. Carpenter bees make homes da digging into trees.
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With a mournful moan and silken tone,
Itself alone comes ONE TROMBONE.
Gliding, sliding, high notes go low;
ONE trombone is playing SOLO.

Next, a TRUMPET comes along,
And sings and stings its swinging song.
It joins TROMBONE, no più alone,
And ONE and TWO-O, they’re a DUO.

Fine FRENCH HORN, its valves all oiled,
Bright and brassy, loops all coiled,
Golden yellow; joins its fellows.
TWO, now THREE-O, what a TRIO!

Now, a mellow friend, the CELLO,
Neck extended, bows a “hello”;
End pin set upon the floor,
It makes up a QUARTET—that’s FOUR.

And soaring high and moving in,
With ZIN! ZIN! ZIN! a VIOLIN,...
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Long ago,
before the Civil War,
there was an old sailor called Peg Leg Joe
who did what he could to help free the slaves.


Joe had a plan.
He'd use hammer and nail and saw

and work for the master, the man
who owned slaves
on the cotton plantation.


Joe had a plan.
At night when work was done,
he'd teach the slaves a song
that secretly told the way
to freedom.
Just follow the drinking gourd, it said.


When the song was learned
and sung all day,
Peg Leg Joe would slip away
to work for another master
and teach the song again.


One day
a slave called Molly saw her man James
sold to another master.
James would be taken away,...
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