Barnaby, the BananaBee
was the first of his kind
in history.
Never before,
upon any shore,
had a BananaBee like Barnaby
been seen.
Barnaby, the BananaBee
was the first of his kind
in history.
Never before,
upon any shore,
had a BananaBee like Barnaby
been seen.
Barnaby the Banana Bee
was fluttering and flitting
amongst the flowers.
He was searching for something;
but, he wasn’t quite sure what.
Was it a Blueberry Bush?
No, not a Blueberry Bush,
nice though it was.
Was it a Lemon Tree?
No, not a Lemon Tree,
deduced Barnaby,
a regular little Sherlock Holmes was he.
Was it the Staddle Stone?
’No. It was never going to be the staddle stone’,
mused Barnaby the Banana Bee.
What was the colour of the thing
that Barnaby was busy seeking?
Was it Blue?
No.
Green? Red? Black? Grey?
No, No, No, and No.
Ah, there was the colour he was looking for;
just the right shade, in the shade,
by the door;
there, stood the Banana Tree.
Barnaby made a bee-line for it,
and reaching it, was so happy.
”it’s bananas are ’yellow’ just like me!” said Barnaby the Banana Bee.