Watch Out Big Foot
Our home came from an old apple tree,
the storm came and we had to flee.
We still make honey for brie,
all my wonderful siblings and me.
I am the youngest yellow bee,
my family is filled with glee.
Watch out where you are walking big foot,
you will make our home go caput.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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