Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
If I was a busy bee, in striped jumper, buzzing free
gathering pollen as I go, from pretty flowers, all in a row.
Then I would sing a buzzy song, smiling and happy as I zip along.
legs now swollen with my load it’s time for me to hit the road,
to safe home and honey pot, hiving my treasure yields great pleasure,
in waxy vaults of golden hue, sunshine is stored with morning dew.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
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Author:
Tangowilliam (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of fun on a sunny day in February. Longing for summer!
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Lovely to read this fun poem!
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