The Bees
I must protest the innocence of all the little bees.
Their hiving buzzle tuzzle fuss unbending
little knees.
Their honey pots so over full.
The hexa gonal home.
The gently feeding floorwax grubs a humming
in the comb.
A humming hunting buzzy free.
A flower purple "notice me!"
A pollen dangle.
Bee triangle.
Drink the nectar gulp and glee.
Whisper secrets.
Whisper gold.
Yellow black and ambrosold.
Whisper secrets.
Secret dance.
Dance the sugar
fairy lance.
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