One early morning on a bright summers day,
There once was a bee and she liked to play,
She'd float near the white daisies and all around,
leaving behind, but a small buzzing sound,
One day she decided to go for a fly
and wanted to see the nice big blue sky
And she buzzed and buzzed all around the field
She decided at one and she started to yield
Around this white daisy there was a small puddle
The bee looked at herself and said without struggle
"It's a wonderful day and I'm very glad,
And my torn-up wings don't look all too bad"
And she fluttered along down the same old path
At the end she noticed a gorgeous bird bath
And upon that bath there perched a small chickadee
And the bird was a singing about some big oak tree
Once he saw the bee, he stopped his sweet tune
"What's the difference between you and June?"
And he spit out some words, harmless at thought,
"See, June is so beautiful and yet you are not"
The bee flew away, stunned by the thought
And she told herself "I am not I am not"
But as she fluttered back to where she once was
She didn't seem to have the same happy buzz
She looked in the water and stared at herself
"My wings are too pointy I look like an elf
My yellow's too bright and my black too deep
And my fuzz is too rough to put any to sleep
I feel like an insult to the world that I know
My wings were not built for the wind that does blow
I'm useless, ugly, and just plain weird
My fuzz is too long it could grow a beard
I'm such a bother to such a good place
No one should look at my terrible face"
The bee buzzed back home and saw a big wall
She flew harder faster not stopping at all
She was caught off guard by a very loud bellow
She flew up and away from the place of her spell oh
She found a bee crying, a close friend of hers
And she came up to her and asked why she blurs
"You were gonna die and I can't let that happen
You're my best friend and you fell in a trap and
I know you're quite sad but this isn't quite right
Come with me, my friend, it's almost night"
And they flew to her house and she asked the bee
"Why would you do that?, please don't leave me"
And the bee hugged her friend and told her what occurred
when she finished, her friend looked oh so disturbed
"The words of the bird don't mean a darn thing
And you're beautiful, even your fuzz and your wing
And you shouldn't miss out on such a cool life
Just from a bird and a little old strife"
And the bee hugged her friend and she took her home
And for once in a while, she didn't feel alone
So don't listen to others and their harsh words
Especially if they're chickadee birds
You are special and worth it, I promise this true
And even sometimes when you get a bit blue
Think of your friends and your family too
Because they can't live a happy life when they're missing you
