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

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