The Bee
The bee flits from flower to flower
Looking for that nectre power
Sometimes he gets some
Sometimes he don’t
But he always carries away the pollen
Like a dope
And rubs it upon the next bloom he sees
This is how the fruit gets in the fruit trees
Posted: Monday, September 21st, 2015 @ 8:00 am
Categories: Poems.
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