The shining hour

How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower !

How skilfully she builds her Cell !
How neat she spreads the Wax !
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.

The Victorian poet Isaac Watts was writing about a honey-bee, but this bumblebee certainly improved my hour when I saw it in the park this morning.