It is the month of June,
The bee comes soon,
Moving from flower to flower it collects nectar
And makes the scene spectacular.
Here comes the butterfly,
It goes to suck nectar on the sly,
The bee chases it to sting
And to stop it to spring.
This way the selfish bee rules over our world
And the timid and innocent butterfly remains afraid of it forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem