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One Fussy Bumble Bee
Why can’t I sting like the rest of them? Fly high in the air with the best of them? Why am I so small and chubby? Hairy all over, and my wings terribly stubby? I wish I was a different kind of bee, I tried aiming for the hive one day, and flew right into a tree. I gave my best effort at buzzing around…. I must’ve annoyed the keeper to the fullest, Cause he slapped me to the ground. My friends all used to tease me, They called me “fuzzy wuzzy.” They’d all fly around me laughing, And yell out “buzzy buzzy!!” I hated that! When I flew in the air, I’d always stumble…. Couldn’t keep pollen in my grasp, because I would always fumble. As time grew by, I became more and more fussy. I felt my life sucked…. I couldn’t fly high…. I didn’t buzz very loud, And I was always told “shoo! Shoo!” when I flew through a crowd. So until that day comes, and I can smile with glee, I guess I will remain what I am right now…. One fussy bumble bee. Flying from flower to flower…. With a small bit of power. Still going straight into that big tree… I’m one fussy bumble bee….
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