Bees

My family and I sat under the trees.
We were just enjoying the breeze,
Then we saw all the bees.
Everyone wanted to flee.
They were all scared, but me.

I liked those bees up in the trees.
Yellow and black fuzz they looked so free.
They buzzed and they bizzed.
Then one landed on my nose,
And ones on my toes.

They liked me yes; yes they did but not more than a daisy.
I had a yellow and orange striped shirt on, don’t call me crazy.
I stood real still not to scare them away.
After that I came to visit them every day.
They gave me honey to eat.
In was so sweet.
I must confess.
It was such a mess.

-Kristen Hatgi