The Bee
Yellow and black and not too fast
Whilst sniffing a flower The Bee ?? flew past
Gender unknown and nimble he was
Collecting pollen a must at any cause
Rainy or sunny cloudy or bright
The Bee ?? flying nimbly landing ever so light
Flowers and plants all sweetness was his
Sweeping in gently to give them a kiss
I proudly watched The Bee ?? from afar
Jealous and wishing that I was a fleur
To feel of his touch how gentle and light
No fear at all The Bee ?? would feel right.
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