little bees

stung stung stung

oh why a day like this

i only wanted to fetch some water

from the age old well

i was only singing a song to the skies

suddenly i looked

and met the busy bee

they are busy and boiling with fury

i love their honey

but not this stung of theirs

how could i have known

that they are waiting

ready to fight

had they given me the honey

i would have bought it

had they invited me for a feast

i would have gone

but they decided to sting

oh you little idiots

no no no

i love bees

but why this wickedness from them

what a lovely day it could have been

if i had some beverages

sitting by the warmth of the fire

against the cold the the weather

with some honey

robed on some slice of bread

oh it could have been so wonderful to me

but now i am sitting here

lamenting in pains

pains from this little bees

that chose to sting

and not to feast

with a warm and lovely stranger.