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Grumble Bumble Bee Was sad and unhappy As she flew from flower to tree Making her sweet honey.
Ento numa linda rosa, Ela parou para pensar, "Por que ficar chorando e triste Se eu posso voar!
Then she stopped to think, On a rose that was pink, Why should I cry, and sigh When indeed I can fly!
Eu no deveria estar tristonha, Olhe quanta coisa linda eu vejo! Vou ser uma abelha risonha. Pois posso voar quando desejo. Why I should be glad, And not so terribly sad. I can see pretty things! And Im a bee with wings.