The Bee Is Here Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

The bee is here, can't you see?
Darting high and low and circling so.
What may it be looking and searching for,
New leaves, flowering buds, or another bee?

Busy and happy it looks, as most bees,
And prys now and then into tourists'privacy.
O noisy creature, you may be pardoned,
Buzzing your way towards your nectar trees...

Yet, too early you are, and too eager,
Though you're undoubtedly a welcome sight.
The lingering snow still pays occasional visit,
And for your arrival we are not full prepared.