A Poem
O' honeybee
You don't know what you do to me.
O' honeybee
Baby
When you gather pollen. When you return to the hive
You make the honey, that makes me COME ALIVE!!!
Don't sting me.
Don't sting me.
If you do, I will feel blue.
I will have been betrayed.
O' honeybee
O' honyebee
I know you hear me
Please don't fear me.
You are oh so dear to me.