Let Grandma Bee Be
let Grandma Bee be the drones said in her ear
But they were not clear, so she edged her way near
Grandma was rocking, alone in a hive for one.
Don’t spoil her fun, said her Uncle Drone Dun.
I just want to see what she’s doing, you see.
She might be cooking something good said Little Tee.
Uncle Drone decided to look for himself then.
He loved his ma’s cooking, which is why he was not thin.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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