Summer is over. It is still not as cold as in late autumn, although it is already quite cool. The sun is shining, but it does not warm. Therefore, an ordinary yellow flower on a city street looks especially joyful, it glows with the magical colors of a distant kingdom, in which bee workers collect honey in small buckets, they fly singing a song: `We fly, we collect, warmth for our sun, for our sun, so that it was warm at home. This flower, and this flower, a bucket full, we go flying. The sun, the sun, somewhere ahead you are nearby, take our warm honey as a reward. The bucket became empty, we fly back, we will collect honey from the flowers in the field. We work to keep the house warm in winter, see how many flowers have bloomed`.
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