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by Jen
Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2000727
Don't like when bees sting!

A little Yellow Bee, had landed on my knee
Oh, Gosh! I hope he doesn't sting me
He swarmed my tree, and now I see three
The three buzzed my flowers, and then came the showers
I wish the three would flee,but more flew into that thar honey tree
Honeysuckle dripping goo, oh I'm afraid they are not done with you
Oh, please! yellow bee let me be, I don't want you after me
I don't want to swell like a big balloon, while you swarm over head
And watch me swoon,I just want to be left free
So you better fly back to your tree
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