Bee Party

By Roy D. Follendore III

Edited & Reviewed By Julia S. Follendore

Oh yes, little bee

I have invited to tea,

please tell of your day

and your life on your way.

I must know all,

both small things and tall,

I’m here to receive.

and I want to believe.

Tell me the way,

that your wings like to beat,

when making sweet honey

with pollen on feet.

Tell me about

that big red rose

as it gets refreshed

by the garden hose

Please tell me all,

that there is to see,

I rely on you

my friend little bee.

Tell me about

the spotted blue pig

that runs away

because it likes to dig.

And tell me about

that brown Billy goat.

How shocked you were

about the things he wrote.

Please tell all,

that there is to see,

I rely on you

my friend little bee.

Tell me about

the black cats surprise,

when she first discovered

that rats tell big lies

And tell me about,

the fish in the brook,

that swam to the river

but refused to look

Please tell me all,

that there is to see,

I rely on you

my friend little bee.

Tell me the story,

of the long necked swan,

as she grazes dew grass

in the morning gray dawn.

But forgive my reluctance,

to describe for myself,

I seem without focus

and I am without wealth.

For I fear I’m unable

to raise up my head

as I lie neath this clover,

some say I am dead.

So please tell me all,

that there is you see.

I rely on you

my friend little bee.

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