Bumblebee, bumblebee, darling bumblebee
I see thee darling, flying around me
and flying amongst the colorful flowers
ahh, in the midst of this pretty garden
you seem to be in a mist of intoxication
I can only imagine you must be in heaven
sniffing a lovely fragrance so divine
and sipping a nectar sweet as paradise
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There's nothing like the sight of chubby bumblebees hoping on flower to flower, nothing says spring is hear when I see insects out and about. This poem feels like a fresh spring day, bees don't get the love they deserve. Lovely write the closing was sweet as nectar.