Why the clover is sweet

A little bee flies in the garden. She is so hungry. She wants to eat. She flies to a daisy.

- Dear daisy, - she says. - Please give me some honey!

- Go away, - says the daisy. - I want all the honey I have. I can give you none.

The bee flies to a rose.

- Beautiful rose, - she says. - Please give me some of your honey!

- You may have just a little honey, - says the rose. - I want my honey. I can't give you much.

- Thank you, - says the bee. - I will take none of your honey. You may keep it all!

The bee flies to a clover.

- Little clover, - she says, - please give me some honey!

- Certainly. I am glad to give you some. Take all you want!

- Thank you, - says the bee. - You are so kind. I want to be kind to you, too. From this day on you will have more honey than any other flowers.

That is why the clover is so sweet.