Josiah Lerman

The bees would buzz and buzz around the hive,
the hive that sat on branches high above 
the garden flush with blooming roses red
and rhododendron, lily, daisies bright.
Their smell was strong and what a sight to see,
it seems the best of all the world for bees.
But no! It seems they were not satisfied-
Instead they went to sting the nearby kids.

The knight would rest on him his mighty stead.
His auburn mane of flowing fire and flame.
Upon four mighty legs he cantered so.
Across the plains they traveled far to find
the valiant hero many fought before.
To best him now would prove the knight’s own mount,
but this is when the knight did find him so
upon the back of hippopotamus.

The bees would buzz and buzz around the hive,
the hive that sat on branches high above 
the garden flush with blooming roses red
and rhododendron, lily, daisies bright.
Their smell was strong and what a sight to see,
it seems the best of all the world for bees.
But no! It seems they were not satisfied-
Instead they went to sting the nearby kids.