When honeysuckle flower buds,  
Open and they're in full bloom,
There's a sweetness that's delightful,
That is a treasured sweet perfume.

It is a type of ground cover.  
During droughts it makes green the ground.
It sure is a hardy flower,
On many fences it is found.    

Honeysuckle's ability,  
To survive the north's frigid cold,
Makes it a flower real hardy,        
But it is seldom cut then sold.

Some people buy it for their place.  
By some folks it's a **** despised.
When it is given by children,
By mothers, it is highly prized.

Some kinds of honeysuckle,
With gorgeous flowers strike the eyes.
Having beauty that's astounding,
And a sweetness that the bees prize.