Sweet and Sour

[Postscript: Ah, the vagaries of English. In England, your bum is your bottom... not the scruffy bloke who lives in your shed!] I got up and Daddy said Good morning Sonny Sit down for breakfast, we’ve got bread and honey I asked him where honey comes from ’cause it’s yum He told me it comes from a bumble bee’s bum So I asked my teacher, she told me it’s true It is pretty much like what your dad said to you What bees eat at one end they quickly discover That sweet tasting honey comes out of the other Next morning to prove I’m a grown up lad I got up first to make breakfast for Dad I made bread and honey the best I was able And then Dad came down and he sat at the table He took a big bite and his jaw dropped a little Then he coughed it all out with a shower of spittle It’s okay I said if it tastes a bit funny I thought for a change we’d have Rottweiler honey [Footnote: In case I’ve just put everyone off their honey, I consider it my civic duty to point out that honey ISN’T bee poop........ It’s bee vomit. Enjoy your breakfast!]