Bee-keeping bliss, a twist of fate,
Eagerly buzzing, though he’s running late.
Every bee in sight, they seem to grin,
Keepers of honey, where to begin?
Pretty little flowers, they dance in the sun,
Every puff taken, life’s just more fun.
And what’s that, oh wait, is that his shoe?
Regrets fly away like a bee off the dew.
Suddenly, laughter, oh what a scene,
Here comes the swarm, riding the green.
Oh, what a joy, this sweet, silly thrill,
Let’s hope he remembers to close up the grill!
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