the little bumble bee
sleep
my little
bumble bee
sleep
the winter
through
sleep
my little
bumble bee
as little
bumbles
do
dream
my little
flower king
summer's
gone
away
now's the
time to rest
your wings
that dreams
may come
to thee
of tender
little rosy
blooms
my little
bumble
bee
by Mary Elizabeth Clark
Mary Elizabeth Clark likes bees, and besides bees she enjoys the company of butterflies, ladybugs, fireflies, and those tiny little moths. She has come a long way since the time she lost control of her two wheeler when a butterfly crossed her path. She was 4-years old then, and had developed this phobia as the result of a bad experience with a large and horrific member of the insect phylum. But as you can see from her poem, she is no longer squeemish about this most abundant life form.
© 1992 Mary Elizabeth Clark
sleep
my little
bumble bee
sleep
the winter
through
sleep
my little
bumble bee
as little
bumbles
do
dream
my little
flower king
summer's
gone
away
now's the
time to rest
your wings
that dreams
may come
to thee
of tender
little rosy
blooms
my little
bumble
bee
by Mary Elizabeth Clark
Mary Elizabeth Clark likes bees, and besides bees she enjoys the company of butterflies, ladybugs, fireflies, and those tiny little moths. She has come a long way since the time she lost control of her two wheeler when a butterfly crossed her path. She was 4-years old then, and had developed this phobia as the result of a bad experience with a large and horrific member of the insect phylum. But as you can see from her poem, she is no longer squeemish about this most abundant life form.
© 1992 Mary Elizabeth Clark
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