Category : Poems

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Honey's sweet,
Never bitter.
As bee's, we'll meet,
And make life better.

In our hives,
We sing our song.
Living jolly lives,
Buzzing all day long.

We're happy flying things,
Yellow is our color.
Our home it hangs,
It is like no other.

But then you steal our honey.
We get buzzing mad.
Like stealing your money,
 We needed every drop we had!

So we set out,
And start stinging.
Eye for an eye is what we're about.
Our angry buzzing has a meaning.

I'll dive down,
And sting you personally.
The hurt makes you frown,
So we end our rally.

My flying is getting weak,
I'm running out of breath.
My buzzing is meak.
Stinging you I met my death.