Jeeve the Bee Bested Me

oh my oh me my fight with a bee I was twelve and naïve bee’s name was Jeeve. stepped on him barefoot instant pain as he stayed put drilling into my heel I was his angry meal yes, Jeeve won that day to that meadow I stay away and wear shoes on my feet learned a lesson sweet did not know it was a bee at first hurt like the devil, only much worst Jeeve, I hope you suffered too for that day you made me truly blue