FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry

THE BEE (F IS FOR FUN)

If I were a bee I could sting a tree,

Naw

But I don't think I would sting a tree,

Now to be a bee I could sting a tree

But what would it gain poor old, little old me

But I am a bee as its plain to see

And the point on my rear,

It could sting you where ?

Well as a bee that is up to me

But

With such a tempting target to see

You can bet your life I'll not sting that tree

For right over there I can see a bare,

A bare what you ask ?

Well it does rhyme with tum‑tum

And a little with hum‑hum

And you can be shore that 

I'll sting that nice ???  ???

Ha you thought I would tell

Well then it's just as well

I'm not a bee

Or a tree

But just plain old, little old me

HE HE HE

For my bare little ???  ???

Doesn't want to get stung, stung