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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Bees Knees She was the buzz between the feathery blossom The flutter midst buds and petals in cloak of fur Rapturously delving the gene laden pollen To trap the powdery wonder upon her hairy legs And transfer to elsewhere blooms of Summer Reveling in its dizzying smells and peaceful hue Nectar sated in this golden seasonal time She must return to face the chores and feed her chums To sweep and clean and oust the dead Create a pristine nursery for the queen And build a perfect wax work cell Where stored supplies of hand maiden honey And jelly that feeds the nest, creates a queen Her days are short and action packed And cannot remain when her energy’s spent She flees her lair in one final fixed resolve Relieves the hive from her expended body To soar the heights and taste the dregs of summer days And grasp the hazy blooms from better days Relive their perfumed air and colored leaves In one final blend of oblivion Oh Despair, Despair (to tune ke sera) When I had grown and reached an age I did a job expected of me Would I be rich and earn a good wage This is what I would be I became a nurse Not much in my little purse The teaching was hard as well Couldn’t wait for the bell Didn’t feel that well If I had had my life again I might have been a car engineer Do my own service, fix an old van Save me a bob or three Oh the car repair Can be for the women too With grease and grime in their hair See the motor improved Get the car on the move Now that I am all grown up no mum to tell me what I should do I continue as very hard up That’s no surprise at all Oh the nurse’s job The teacher’s as well you see The money is not a lot That’s the end of the jot That’s the lot, the lot.
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