I had to rescue the bee
from the bowl of water that he
had landed in for a drink;
at least he knew how to float –
or had forgotten how to sink.
He dried off and flew away,
a torrid tale to tell;
but at least his day was getting better –
it hadn’t been going well.
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All this caused the singing butterflies
to entertain us with a chorus of ‘Que Sera Sera’,
and a verse of ‘Wannabee’
(in the key of B) were heard;
with accompanying harmonies
from every local bird –
except the crows;
who knows if they could have
added small delights
or sleepless nights –
I’m thinking probably the latter.
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So, all in all,
it turned out okay,
with the beautiful singing,
and the rescued bee safely serenaded upon his way.
Graeme Sandford 