The Travelling Bee
A quiet little buzz
Which came from a creature with fuzz
Enchanted my lonesome ears.
I said "Sit down little traveller,
You can have your pick of the lavender
In exchange for a traveller's tale."
She accepted the deal
And she told me of an ordeal
In which she was almost clipped with shears.
This little bee, with tales galore,
Had to fly back through the sky once more
For she had to tend others fallen frail.
I think of this bee now and again,
I shall always miss my travelling friend,
Maybe now she's made new stories.