HONEY BEE
HONEY BEE
It is a tiny little
One lives together in a comb
Can fly little
Making rhyming sound
It will find flowers
Bloomed fresh
With trace of sweet
Honey
It secures the honey trace by trace itself
And files down to its honey comb,
A hanging on a branch of tree
At a high place
It is busy always living
Together in a honey comb
Honey drops are stored well
For nice use
One full moon day
All the bees used to make
The selves empty
And make filling again
Honey is of very special Quality
As Egyptians used to preserve
Human body dead in pyramid
Giving coating with honey
It is just a wonder a few
Thousand years ago
They have done this
Tiny little’s a big thing ‘’
-Ayyan-
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