Breakfast in our backyard
Rows of tulips standing guard
Newspaper and a cup of tea
Shared it with a bumble bee
The jealous month of May
Wished that she could stay
Such a pleasant spot
But June is just too hot
Flower pots line the walk
Begonias giggle when they talk
Orange trees by the sea
On the lovely Isle of Capri
Sampling flowers one by one
Naughty snapdragons bit her tongue
And clumps of weeds were making fun
Of a tiny Bumble Bee in the sun
Without the thought to wipe her feet
She helped herself to a bite to eat
I believe what she enjoyed most
Was my honey drizzled toast
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