355 – Busy Bee

Poem number 355
Busy Bee
Busy bee buzzing by
Black and yellow stripey fly
Pollinating every rose
Checking that the daisy grows
One day a fool will see your sting
And swat you whilst you’re on the wing
And then, I fear, you’ll likely die
A busy bee whose life’s buzzed by
You’ll tumble to the weeded bed
(No graceful landings when you’re dead)
And there you’ll stay, to decompose
To feed the daisy and the rose
‘Twas ever thus, my buzzing friend
Our death will find us in the end
So don’t feel bad, instead feel pride
You did good deeds before you died
And now in death, your work lives on
The flowers bloom, though you are gone.


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