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.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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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.
