The bees are glad the livelong day,
For lilacs in their beauty blow
And make my garden glad and gay.

The bees are glad the livelong day,
They to my blossoms wing their way,
And honey steal from flowers aglow. 
The bees are glad the livelong day,
For lilacs in their beauty blow.


triolet:
a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, 
rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line 
recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.