Mama Bee and My Report Card
Last Friday before Memorial Day, a little inkling told me
My report card was not appreciated by Big Mama Bee
The door slammed against the wall and she stomped in.
I felt quivering and quaking from my knees to my chin.
Let me guess, I surmised. I failed nectar gathering, right?
She picked me up by my wing and shook me good and tight.
How dare you goof off at school, you know better than that!
She called Mrs. McClinty, a mean neighbor who ran to our flat.
The two women gave me the business, buzzing with dismay.
I was sorrowful now, there would be no honey today.
I promised to do better next year, if they let me go back.
We wouldn’t waste the teacher’s time again. You’d better pack.
They sent me to military school for mischievous bees who don’t mind.
It was a weird place, but I kind of liked it because the teachers were kind.
They took an interest in me, and helped me learn things I did not know.
I highly recommend it to all you other bees who are unusual and glow.
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