Ow!
Ow!
You’re treading on my toe,
Oh, Oh, Oh, No!
Where’s the rhyme? You let it go!
Now we’ll see all those busies in the bees,
Chase you up into those trees.
Get away from the garden and the fleas,
Bees don’t do all the work!
The others do! You quirk.
by Margo Cooper September 2013
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