A BEE-UTIFUL STORY
The honey bee so fuzzy yellow
Is a natty sort of fellow
It works all day in orange sun
Buzzing flowers for its fun
Too bad it stopped off on my shirt
A smashing hand with which to flirt
Now it's gone to meet its doom
I sweep its guts up with a broom
I'm sorry little honey bee
That Mr. Yellow messed with me.
©
2014 by H. Linn Murphy
It's that dang stinger. If they weren't so likely to use it, we'd be less likely to smash them. Oops
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