BEE LITTLE, BEE BRAVE
There once was an old bee,
That stung where I couldn’t see,
Then he flew away
Returning that day,
And said, “You can’t catch me.”
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I said, “Buzz off old bee.”
And sat down by the tree,
Then rubbed the welt
That hurt when felt,
“You’ll not again sting me.”
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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)