The Bee

If I Could be Mystic Meg
   with all her magic powers,
I would not wish to be a mouse
   the hides away and cowers,
I’d wish I as a bumble bee
   buzzing through the flowers.
In and out the flower heads,
   whiling away the hours,
Better than the human folk
   in their ivory towers,
Flitting through the flowerbeds
   and through the leafy bowers.
Hunting through the flower heads
   for nectar sweet he scours,
A bee is happy all day long,
   and hardly ever glowers.
Unless you chance sit on him,
   and then he stings... ow!.. owers!!

by me.

--- A Pattie Original