Birds And Bees - Poem by Arthur Knackmus
What about the birds and bees?
There aren't any that I see.
This boy in Illinois.
Thinks that is a little strange during July
Because we are missing the winged ones that fly.
The bees are dead, but why?
The birds come and go, so they did not die.
It's 1998 do you people think I lie?
Maybe stretch it a little if I try.
Because yesterday some one said he saw one bee.
That would also seem strange to me to see just one bee.
If people are allergic to a sting they would be happy.
To see nary a bee.
When near a flower or fruit tree.
But these same people would miss the birds if only they knew
they flew away.
I have known since ten years ago last May
That in Illinois all birds fly away in May.
Leaving this area during summer for several days.
Blame me, am I the one that has to pay,
for no Blue Jay in the USA?
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