The Bee
.... ...
it is
no lie
a bee is a bee with
no solemn cry....
with a powerful stride it has
life to live With beautiful wings to beat
it shows no mercy to
anything that bothers
it, for it is a lion and we are its prey
so never forget the bee
because of its little body
it is strong and so fast
to sting what it already
has stung
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