I AM A BEE!


 In the Spring and Summer, you'll find me around,


 Even In the Fall, I am found.


 Flying and buzzing, Is not the only thing that 
 I do,

 My love for making honey, Is so very true.


 My quest Is not to sting, though my reputation 
 Is this,

 Just like you, to survive and be left alone Is 
 My wish.

 Many cousins, to me In this world,


 Different are they, this I will say.


 They all slap at me, run away, and scream,


 If only I could laugh, then they would hear me.


 What frightens them, I'm so small you see,


 I'm tiny, I'm fragile, I'm only a bee.


                      Keith Garrett