A Bear and His Bee

I somehow made friends with my enemy, the one who always pestered me, feverishly competing for my sweet honey, I would never give in for love nor money. He buzzed around my head one day, asking if there he could rest away, he promised to watch me as I indulged, soon my bear belly began to bulge. I'm now good friends with the bee, my fondness for honey was because of he, I would never let our friendship spoil, So there was no reason for us to quarrel. I then admitted to that annoying bee, That without him I couldn't have sweet honey, So now he always rests upon my head, I'm stung with sweet friendship while I'm fed. Vickie Thayer