Bee-Witched, Bothered and Bee-Wildered
I've been buzzing around for hours
In and out of the flowers
Having a grand old flit.
I'm all covered in pollen
My legs are quite swollen,
But I do enjoy doing my bit.
I've been under the flowers spell,
Bee-witched by their colour and their smell
But I'm a bit bothered by what's happening to me;
My head's going round and round
Can't quite find the ground,
I'm bee-wildered,feel all at sea...
I'll take just one more dip.
Then I think I'll have a kip
Before I go home to tea...
Oo-er Ive come over all funny,
(Hic) never mind the honey
Think I'm a drunken bum-ble bee.
Copyright © Sylvia Coulstock | Year Posted 2010
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