The Bee
Screams and giggles could be heard,
Children squealing afeared.
The carefree bee flying to each window,
Sadly, he did not know where to go.
It dived and darted across the classroom,
The students waved their little arms about,
Wishing they could find a way to chase it out.
The Vice-Principal strolled quietly in,
And spotted the danger therein.
Pouring a little drop of soda on her hand,
The scared little bee quickly took a land.
And with a gentle flip of her hand,
The smart bee flew outside, as planned.
The children clapped with glee,
Happy, that no one got hurt, not even the bee.
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