A humble little bumble bee, who just wants to play |
I was having a picnic one day, you see, when a nasty old bee started pestering me. He buzzed 'round my food, my cakes, and my pies. He tried to come down on the chicken I fried. I waved my hands wildly to shoo him away, but I was bewildered when I heard that bee say, "Gee, young man, don't be so mean. You act like you're afraid of my little, old sting." Well, I shook my head in great disbelief, because of what that bee had said to me. "Not afraid of your little sting," I say, "it's just that I'm having a picnic today. Don't want any pesky bee around, flying and making that buzzin' sound." "What if I don't buzz at all? What if I just stand quite still?" "What if you just go fly away? That would be a much happier way." "Ah, come on, don't be such a grouch," he said, and then that bee tried to land on my head. Well, there I was in my own back yard, feeling like a ding-a-ling. Running and dipping and swooping, because of that little bumblebee thing. "What's wrong with you?" I heard my girl say, "Aren't you enjoying your picnic today?" Then the bee, he laughed, as he flew all around, and yes, he still made that old buzzing sound. I swatted and missed. I called that bee names, all because he was playing bumblebee games. And when my picnic was nearly all through, I was tired, and that bee was looking a might tired too. But before he flew home, he had one thing to say, "Thanks, my good buddy, for letting me play." |