This is the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Pollen]] This is the bee that gathers the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Bee]] [Illustration: [Stigma]] This is the stigma that brushes the bee that gathers the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Style]] This is the style that leads from the stigma that brushes the bee that gathers the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Ovary]] This is the ovary that stands under the style that leads from the stigma that brushes the bee that gathers the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Ovule]] This is the ovule that hides in the ovary that stands under the style that leads from the stigma that brushes the bee that gathers the pollen that lies in the anther that grows on the stamen that lives in the flower so bright and gay. [Illustration: [Seed]] This is the seed that grows from the ovule BECAUSE the ovule hid in the ovary, the ovary stood under the style, the style led from the stigma, the stigma brushed the bee, the bee gathered the pollen, the pollen lay in the anther, the anther grew on the stamen, and the stamen lived in the flower so bright and gay! THE CALYX. The calyx is green. The calyx is strong. [Illustration: [Calyx]] The calyx protects the ovary. It has five sepals—five green sepals. They overlap like the tiles on a roof and thus protect the ovary from rain. They also protect it from insects that otherwise might destroy it. The calyx covers the base of the corolla and forms a green urn, a little vase, in which to hold it secure from harm. It is not bright and delicate like the corolla, but what would the flower do without it? [Illustration: [Calyxes]] BLOSSOM DEAR. [Illustration: [Blossom]] Blossom dear, what is the power Draws the shining wings to thee? Nestled in thy dainty bower I can always find a bee. Little friend, my bees find honey Hidden deep as deep can be. Without fear and without money Come they for these sweets to me. [Illustration: [Flower]] Flower, flower, give _me_ honey, Give me honey from thy store. I will pay with love and money; _Stores_ of money, and love much more. [Illustration: [Bees]] [Illustration: [Bee]] Dear, I cannot give you honey. Shall I truly tell you why? Bees pay better worth than money As they have wings, but you can’t fly! So I coax them with my honey, Feed them with my very best, While their wings bear life to many Waiting in the cradle nest.