My Bee Story
Buenos Dias – and Banzai too!
That ever came from a ballyhoo;
This belly dancing bumble bee
Was a cavaliering oddity.
Lend an ear to this matinée
A heartfelt story of a castaway.
My keeper from the date palm tree
Sent me working towards the earthly green
My life seemed boring and blasé
I buzzed off briskly and ran away
I was blissful, buoyant, and fancy-free
As I clipped through bushes
And bounced through trees
I barrelled like a buccaneer –
That of impish soul with flighty cheer.
Yet barren boredom soon bore my soul
As blossoms died in autumns cold.
I fell between the freezing grass
And watched the sky turn to black.
My sullied stripes did best to hide
My Beetled life when I did fly.
Though a bee, I could only bray
And screamed for having gone astray;
I cried aloud, “I’m Sorry O’keeper of bees!
Could you ever love a bee like me?”
Written by Charanek Charanek