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by Lauraine Andren
"The Honey Bee"
Of all the wonders that I see, nothing can beat the workings of a bee.
With wings too small and body too big, when it lands it can bend any twig.
From flower to flower it darts and swerves, gathering pollen to stock up its reserves.
Honey it makes without energy to conserve, its sweetness is too good for my toast to deserve.
The honeycomb is a marvel to see, its perfection so exact you just want to let it be.
Once stung the bee ends its life, so stay out of its way and cause it no strife.
"The Honey Bee"
Of all the wonders that I see, nothing can beat the workings of a bee.
With wings too small and body too big, when it lands it can bend any twig.
From flower to flower it darts and swerves, gathering pollen to stock up its reserves.
Honey it makes without energy to conserve, its sweetness is too good for my toast to deserve.
The honeycomb is a marvel to see, its perfection so exact you just want to let it be.
Once stung the bee ends its life, so stay out of its way and cause it no strife.
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