Little Bee



Little Bee, little Bee,

Buzzing around the Silk Floss tree,

A feast of pink blooms to pollinate -

Your frenzied energy invigorates

The quiet morning air.


Now laden with pollen,

You hastily retreat

To your hive which beckons,

In a hollow, a tree – somewhere discreet.


Ever the worker, your work is never done,

The collection of pollen, for now, is complete.

You consolidate with your co-workers under the sun,

Creating the sweetest golden honey for everyone! 

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