I wrote this childish poem for a group of fourth graders during the month of April 2008 in celebration of National poetry month.
A butterfly alighted gently on a flower.
Along came a honeybee that had the same desire.
Sir! Said she, ” did you not see I reached this blossom first? '
'I did', said he, 'but why can't we surfeit our nectar thirst? '
'Because”, said she, 'you must agree it’s but a tiny bloom.'
'It’s when I drink, I flap my wings....there isn't any room! '
'Perhaps you're right' he then took flight and hovered noisily.
She then looked up, and said, 'good luck! ” appreciatively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem