bee poem

Grand-Dad’s BeesThem bees just buzz and buzz and buzz. And one would think that’s all

they does. My Grand-Dad knew, and that’s because. He knew that they made honey.And I

would watch afar, way back Because I knew they would attack As bad, or worse, than yellow-

jacks. Still, he raised ‘em for the money.Ol’ Grand-Dad, he sure wasn’t scared. He’d get himself

up, all prepared With nets and gloves and smoke filled air, He’d lull them off to dreamland.He’d

pull that honey from the hives, So help me, all those bees alive. When he’d get done, and they’d

revive They’d set out makin’ honey.Yep! Grand-Dad kept them bees for years, Kinds like an

overseer. And they’d give back, more than sincere. Their “home,” hives for the honey.Bill T.

Burden

To Bee Or Not To BeeTo bee or not to bee Was nothing I did rue, Until one day I found That I

was seventy-two, And to my vast surprise, I’d grown too tired to fly, And all the different

flowers Smelled the same to me.When I was a youthful bee, All blossoms I did climb To kiss the

petals open, And O, what I did find. The honey that was there, Took away my cares, And for

awhile gave me A sweet and carefree mind.The years went by on wings And I learned many

things, But sometimes in my heart I felt these little stings. With every passing day, I roved less

far away, And all the young bees said, “Alas, You Poor Old Thing.”What time has done for me,

T’will do for you, you’ll see, But you should not despair When grayness dusts your hair With

every passing hour. Because, my wilting flower, A light will fill your soul And you will soon be

free.So here’s the buzz my friends. All bees must meet their ends. Someday we’ll all be bees In a

vast Eternity. But till that day I’ll fly Around the sunlit sky Where the sun is always warm, And

there’s honey in the hive.

I Am a BeeI am a bee and I work very hard With all of my friends in this hive. I am a "worker"

~ I work day and night, So that all of us here can survive.We work for our Queen Bee every day.

We gather the food and build cells. We eat pollen and honey to build up our glands, And we feed

the young larvae as well.So, now that you see what it's like in our hive, And know some of the

work that we do. We hope from now on that you'll all understand, That the words "Busy as a

Bee" are so true!

The Bees KneesLittle little bees Like to sting your Knees Then they die You want to cry Oh oh

oh my little bees!

The Little Man and His Empolyees Once there was a little man Who hummed a little song

To all his little empolyees Who also hummed along.And since he was a single man, And had no

real company, He grew his own crops, and ate his own bread, To his workers' cacaphony.Now

this small man owned only 2 suits, One for work, and one for everyday. The former was used to

visit his workers' families, The latter used for cutting the hay.Some people found him kind of

mad. Who would choose to visit his employees? But that little man recieved gifts for coming,

That's why they called them 'honey bees.'And since that man had his zillions of employbees, And

took care of them all through the winter, His neighbours got together and gave him a name.

That's why he's called the Beekeeper!

Quiet Riot Quietly I stand in the warm sunlight quietly I become a part of their riot out and in

and out again Dancing and wiggling, chin to chin Whirling and twirling a twist and a spin go this

way then that all to an end Gather and carry place to place I roam stop here, stop there, then

carry it home. In thru the door, my burden undone task to task,to each his own. Work, ah work,

it's never all done.


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