Every time a bumble bee
Flies by,
its' quite plain to see
It's a wonder
how they can fly.
Oversize bodies, tiny wings,
Certainly busy, those buzzy things.
Collecting nectar and pollen
for their hives,
Meeting the needs
for their lives.
Working from dawn
to twilight hours,
Flitting about
gardens and flowers.
Wondering if they ever
take a break,
Seems they're all about
the entire hive sake.
Take a tip as they flit around,
Always keep busy, your future
abound.
