Treasure Island

Clarence Prince

(September 14 / Jamaica W1)

Little The Bee1


My name is little the Bee
I’m so busy at times I get dizzy
I wish I was winkle the beetle
He is just sneaky an cheeky
Work makes him fairly sleepy
Not me, as during spring time
I worked with the sunshine
Visiting from flower to flower
Picking up nectar and pollen
Working with all those plants
I'M fulfilling the Lord’s plans
Yearly throughout the spring
I go from flower to flower
Whilst idle Winkle the beetle
Lives freely, looking sleekly
Stays home eats corn flour
I worked with all my power
Being inspired by the flowers
Made me sang buzzing songs
Working daily in spring time
Completing the plans of the Divine
Made me of all insects unique
Says Little the busy little Bee






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Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

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Just few words comes to mind about Bee as an insect, which is second to none!

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