Bee Kind
'Oh hello there
Bumble, bumble, Mr.bumblebee,
let me get you a drink
do bees like water or iced tea?
You do look very tired
Mr.bumblebee.
Why don't you fly away?
Is it true bees make honey?
Here let me help you
i'll lift you...
Ouch!Ouch!Ouch!
Mr.Bumblebee
I thought we were friends,
why sting me?'
Sweet little girl
I meant to hurt you not,
but I can carry on no longer
and this ground is burning hot.
Everything was blurry
I couldn't fly straight,
I kept hitting walls of black
in truth i've lost all faith.
Our queen has found death
my brother gone too,
my body is burning red
my bleeding heart is blue.
Brave little girl
such pain you have eased,
in sleep i'll find peace
dream of flying in a breeze.
Just one little favour
my kind little friend,
please look after my flowers
or disaster may descend.
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