The Little Bee - Poem by Shannah Leigh
Once I saw a little bee, It was buzzing as humbly as can bee... I started to hum... and it sat on my thumb. Humming along with me. I had a flower, So I gave it to him and however. He gave it back to me. It flew in my room and as I assumed. It wanted to stay with me. I made it a little bed and than it said. Thank you now may I go to bed. We both laid down and the bee was buzzing as it lay in bed in my room by me.
I Know This Is Cheesy!
Shannah - xoxo
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