His labor is a chant,
  His idleness a tune;
    Oh, for a bee's experience
      Of clovers and of noon!
      - Emily Dickinson, Poems--The Bee (XV)

Burly, dozing humblebee,
  Where thou art is clime for me.
    Let them sail for Porto Rique,
      Far-off heats through seas to seek.
        I will follow thee alone,
          Thou animated torrid-zone!
      - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Humble-Bee