'Busy Bee', a poem by Buddy Black

'BUSY BEE'

a poem by Don Black

My honey

Bees...

Are all

Abuzz, 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 chore.

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.