32. Humble B. Bumble : Two bee's or not two bee's

Two bee’s or not two bee’s

So there I was one day, in the middle of a flower,

And all of a sudden there came this great big shower!

The rain poured down and I was trapped in the plant.

The water was rising fast; I thought this is it man!

Yet from out of nowhere, there shined a single ray of sunlight.

The sky was dark, the water all around, but the yellow filled my sight.

She said hold on tight!  I will get you out of there!

I said I can’t fly up; I have got too much water in my hair

And my wings are all wet through!

I couldn’t flap them even if I tried to!

She said stop all your flapping and grab this leaf you fool;

Then she pushed down a loose leaf to help me.

It was shaped like a boat, so I tried to climb to safety;

But as I grabbed at the leaf, the side fell down with my hands.

I tried to climb onto the leaf,

But the rain had made it too slippery, man

And I slid back down, with a great big splash!

My bumble was underwater and then I heard her laugh!

As I looked up, she majestically leaped through the air!

She landed on the leaf like a ballerina with perfect balance,

And I saw her face up close for the first time,

And the movement of her hair.

With a flick of the wrist, she pushed her fringe out of the way

And said give me your hand and let’s get out of this rain!

With a struggle or two, I eventually climbed onto the leaf

And she laughed that familiar laugh again,

As I blew the water out of my cheeks.

As we lay there for a few seconds staring up at the sky,

We were dodging head bound raindrops,

As the leaf continued to rise.

Soon the plant stem was full with all the rain water,

And the leaf had risen to the top.

I could see the clearing once more; she said follow me!

Then she grabbed my hand and we slid down the stem of the flower,

And still the rain, it dropped.

We quickly found refuge beeneath a huge green leaf.

There was a waterfall pouring from its point,

But at last we could rest and so we beegan to speak.

After exchanging names and a bit of small talk,

I found out where she was from,

And as the rain beegan to stop,

We decided we would take a walk.

We met some interesting folk, like the dung beetle with the smile;

He seemed to love the rain.

“Ah, ya can’t deny, it helps me pile.”

It’s a dirty job but somebody’s got to do it

And he seemed to enjoy collecting all his things.

As we approached her hive, I said well, I guess this is goodbye.

It’s been a pleasure my friend, was her reply.

Oh don’t mention it; but it might have been nicer,

If we could have done it in better weather.

If you ever need someone to save again,

I hope to see you there for me once more,

When it beegins to rain.

She said it’s a date!

As I beegan to walk away, she said:

Would you like to come in and see what we have done with the hive?

I think you would get on really well with my mates

And it’s too soon to say goodbye.

So I said sure, that sounds like a lot of fun

And the rest of the story has not been written yet,

But my heart it has truly been stung by the arrow of love;

She had ignited my jets.

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