Father laid
Him down to sleep
To rest and sway
In dreams so deep
The swarm came down
On the child's head
Sleep in peace
They're not a threat
The bees foretold
Their honey sweet
With a saintly tongue
The world he'll treat
Heaven's blessing
For the infant boy
The swarm takes off
Souls fill with joy
The honey drop
Foreshadowing
The bees are gone
Without a sting