BEING A BEE
I was talking to a friend just the other day,
She said no beans were showing in any way,
Plenty of flowers, nothing else as yet had come,
And she always a great crop each year she won.
I asked her if she had been a bee to help nature out,
Been a bee! she exclaimed, giving a little shout,
I told how in northern climes bees may not survive,
And so humans have to be a bee to keep things alive.
A cotton swob on a stick, going from flower to flower
To pollinate this way can take many a long hot hour,
But at least the crops will grow and you can have fun
If you dress up like a bee as round the garden you run.
Black and yellow striped shirt, black pants, antenna too
Will have the neighbours wondering what’s up with you,
Just tell them you are a bee for awhile so your beans grow,
They will not laugh when your crops the garden do overflow.
Go on be a bee in your garden and lend a helping hand
And your garden will look this year extra grand.
With hand pollinated beans that grow bigger every day,
And then think of the tales as you give those beans away.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 August 2005