Bees Are Coming
Bees are coming, bees are coming,
how I love to hear their humming,
tiny wings just drum, drum, drumming;
we’ll be chumming, we’ll be chumming.
We’ll share nectar freely with them,
they’ll take a rest upon our stems,
they’re such minute and buzzing gems;
honey they give, honey they give.
Tickling our petals with their wings,
like a harpist playing the strings,
they’re entertaining little things;
those busy bees, those busy bees.
And when they’ve drunk their nectar fill,
they’ll search and find a place to spill,
they’ll pollinate the daffodil’s;
yes sir they will, yes sir they will.
3/16/2020
'STRAND CHOICE H,any form,any theme'
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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