The bees do keep me company,

whilst I potter in the garden;

they bimble about,

as do I,

and when we meet,

it’s, ‘I beg your pardon.’

and we both bimble on

as before.

There was this bee

identification chart

showing what was a bee

and what was another bee

(it didn’t show what was not a bee,

obviously)

it gave me ten examples

of what bee it was

when a bee I did see –

all very useful to a D like me.

So, next time I am in the garden,

doing a bit of D I Me,

and I see a bee,

I shall be grabbing desperately

for my chart to see,

what is the name of the bee

that is currently bothering me.