If I were a bear, I would barely breathe
As the bees swarmed near—til my courage grew
When my memory of past stings grew dim
I would reach within; what could six bees do?
And I soon forgot, as my taste buds laughed,
As more bees appeared-I would just want more
My “Oh bother” says all there is to say:
Let those bees be bees, I’m what honey’s for.