'BUSY BEE'
A poem by BuddyBlack 2014
My Honey Bees
Are all
A-buzz,
They're flitting
To and fro'.
So happy
They
To see the sun,
And rid
Of ice and snow.
Their house
A mess,
The worker bees
Are busy sweeping
Floors,
And every bee
Has been assigned
A his or Her
Bee choir.
The scouts are
Out,
But soon are
Back,
As if they're
In a trance,
And do their
Little whirlygig
They call
The Honey Dance.
Soon the combs
will overflow
With Honey
To their knees.
I'm glad to see
The air is
Full,
Of busy little
Bees.
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