Whispering the bumblebee’s song is heard,

not loud as the singing of the woodlands birds.

Buzzing merrily along, their humming if loud

equal’s the songs sung below the white flowing clouds.

Black on the yellow of bodies in flight,

give visions of glory, oh what a beautiful sight.

Darting and dashing from petal to petals,

hearts busily beat for this, the Bumblebees delight.

Happily they flitter,no worries concieved,

for these beautiful creatures beneath the trees leaves.

Hive’s of twigs, and mud have they built to live in,

where rain nor sleet can come to worry them.

These are the woodlands workers of songs,

nothing they sing can ever be wrong.

They hum through their work with a perfect drone,

as nature unflods to the bumblebees song!

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