If I were a bear, I would barely breathe <br />As the bees swarmed near—til my courage grew <br />When my memory of past stings grew dim <br />I would reach within; what could six bees do? <br /> <br />And I soon forgot, as my taste buds laughed, <br />As more bees appeared-I would just want more <br />My “Oh bother” says all there is to say: <br />Let those bees be bees, I’m what honey’s for.<br /><br />Mac Wilkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honey-tree-logic/
