It’s good to bee home.


Home at last; how I have missed you all.
It has been so long since I was here.
Many days have passed;
Has it really been a year,
Since we last set eyes upon each other?
Oh wonderful home…
Oh!  Hello Queen Mother.


The Prince has returned to tell you of a future,
Where we leave this land and head to another.
I have found us a place to which we can migrate,
Where the sugar is plentiful…our new home awaits.


We must inform the others of our decision to depart.
Winter is approaching; it is time for our mission to start.
The scouts must bee sent to gather information about the destination.
There is a universe of wonders out there just waiting for us;
I have seen it on my vacation.


I have met many kind and wonderful folks,
On my journey around this world
And I have stood where our ancestors spoke.
I do believe I have discovered a place where we can finally rebuild.


There are other hives there;
Other communities to trade with
And in this land of sugar and honey,
We can all raise your brood of kids,
To become bees of great stature and substantial presence.
We will never go hungry.
Start the celebrations; we can all begin to dance
And sing our songs until we are ready to go.
The hive must start packing; we must head to our new home.


This hive is beginning to crumble;
This is no longer a place of bumble.
There is a new home waiting for us,
Beyond the edge of what we thought we knew.
Have faith in me, the time of change is here
And if you still do not believe in me,
Then send others to confirm my truth.


Our friends and family are waiting for us to arrive;
Please give the order to prepare to leave the hive.
Will we all wait until we are nearly all gone?
Or will we move as one…?
I think it is time for us all…
To fly to our new home.


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Bee true to love


Bee Bee, my Queen.
I do love you;
With every piece of my honest heart…
I swear, I do.


I know for a fact, if we can still be together
And still in love, like we are today;
I will be the luckiest bee in the hive.
You are my only way.


You are my light, my hive,
My love, my wife
And when we are in our olden days,
I will hold your hand and ask for…nothing.
For I will need nothing more, than to see your effortless grace.
I will only need to see the most beautiful smile,
On The most beautiful face.


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Bee Bee the Bee


Hi everyone; this is Bee Bee.
The two of us are engaged, to bee married. (I’m so pleased!)
We think it’s time to settle down.
We think it’s time to start a family.


I have had my adventures
And somehow I managed to find myself a Queen.
She is so beeautiful!!!  
Check out me;
She is so pretty
And me, with this face; it’s now full of smiles, I’m alive!
It’s time to join the rat race once more and build our own hive.
The reason I go to work is to provide for her;
Because seriously dude, look at her!


She is worth all the honey in the hive
And for some strange reason she chose me to fly,
Next to her until we are old and worn out.
I will tell you how much I love her;
No, I will shout!
I love this bee!  My Bee Bee!
Bee Bee and me sitting in a leaf,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
I am sooo happy!!!


We have been together a while now;
Flown through the darkest rain clouds.
Burst up through the cumuli and nimbus
And held each other tightly as we dropped back down.
We have so many people to love,
But I love her the most;
So please, join me in raising your thimbles
And let us all toast,
The most beautiful bee I have ever seen!
The most beautiful bee there is…Bee Bee.


In our future hive, my honey is her supply,
As she is my honey; look deep into my eyes,
Not around the eyes, deep into my eyes
And you will see my truth, honesty and pride.


Yes I am with her, because she makes my heart purr.
This sugar rush is more than enough,
To keep me falling in love.
Every day and in every way, I love her more,
Because every day it only gets better and better, my love.
Just when I think I could not love her more,
She says something, or does something, that I simply adore.
She cares so much that I can’t help but love,
Each and every thing that she does.


I could talk to you about her for the rest of my life,
Without ever being bored;
But right now I am in a rush.
You see I need to get back to her smile.
She brightens up my day, my night and forever I’ll,
Bee in love with my Queen.  
My Queen Bee Bee.


It has truly been a pleasure talking to you all, I must say,
But the ceremony will soon bee under way
And she would never let me live it down,
If all my talking meant we had to show up to our own wedding late.


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Could this bee the end of Bee Bee?


Humble came flying through the trees,
After the evil Blues-Bee
And Humble could see Bee Bee up ahead,
Being chased by their enemy.


Humble was trying to dodge the Blues-Bees fleas,
As they were leaping through the air at him.
He would kick the ones behind so hard,
Punch the ones in front of him with a grin
And dodge the stones the worms were hurling up,
With their tail’s being used like catapults.
All the while, Humble was speeding as fast as he could,
To save Bee Bee from the Blues-Bee, for he was no good.


Two fleas leaped at Humble and he dived down to avoid them
And they crashed into each other with an almighty bang;
But as Humble looked up, all he could see was the Blues-Bee,
Flying over the cliff edge, chasing Bee Bee, oh dang!


As Humble flew after them, he saw the Blues-Bee,
Suddenly change direction and fly off into the distance.
Bee Bee was not in front of him, so Humble stopped and turned around.
Bee Bee was lying on the ground; her face had a look of sadness.
The Blues-Bee had stung her heart and she was hurt,
But they had been through too much together,
For Humble to ever bee losing her!
So he flew to her as fast as he could.
She said it doesn’t look good,
Honey.
A light bulb appeared in Humble’s mind.
Honey!  You’re right!  
Honey would bee good to fight,
The bitter sting of The Blues-Bee.
She needs a remedy.


She said I have used all of my supply; I have nothing left to give;
But Humble did.
He reached into his fur coat and in the pocket next to his heart,
He found the *** of Honey, Bee Bee had given to him,
When they first started dating.
He had kept it from the very start.


He took out some honey and covered the wound,
Then he said to Bee Bee, I’ll take care of you.
As he held his hand where Bee Bee had been stung,
He gave her a kiss and from behind the grey clouds above,
Out came the sun…


It shone directly on Humble and Bee Bee as they kissed.
When they had finished kissing, Bee Bee said,
Look out Humble!  He is behind you!
As Blues-Bee sped towards Humble determined to not miss.
Humble held Bee Bee tight and with all his might,
He used his wings to protect them both,
As Blues-Bee’s shadow removed the light.


Blues-Bee crashed into Humbles back, stinger first
And then bounced off Humble and began to cry.
My stinger…Not my last words…why!?
What have you done Humble?
Why did it not go through your wings?
Humble turned around to face Blues-Bee and said,
You never believed in any kind of love.
I always believed.


So now you can fly along,
It won’t take long
And I will take my wife home with me.
And you?
You will soon bee gone.
It’s time for us to leave him behind Bee Bee.


Blues-Bee flew into the sky and around in circles for a while;
He didn’t know where to go.
As Blues-Bee fell from the sky to never bee seen again,
Bee Bee pulled the stinger from Humbles wing
And said that must sting.
It’s left a little hole.


That doesn’t matter; I can still fly.
So let me fly you home before we lose the light.
You know you called me Wife when you were talking to him?
You do realise we’re not married, right?
Well I thought if you would like to bee my Queen,
Then that is something we could try to fix tonight.
We could go get married soon, if you like?
You haven’t even proposed!  
You never know.  I could say no.
With you I always know, that you are my only choice.
My inner bee speaks with your voice.
You are my way to happiness;
You are the best I will ever get
And if you say you will not marry me, then I will bee heartbroken
And love will never bee and my heart will never rejoice,
But at least I know, knowing you left me awoken.


Well I had better say yes then;
Can’t have you giving up on love.
It’s the best thing that you do.
I think it’s time I was more than your girlfriend.
You know you do have that huge heart of yours.
I guess the stories of love are true.


So Yes!  I will marry you Humble!
I want to fly with you…forever more.
Together we can Bumble.


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Not another! Bee Bee love poem.


The love Humble had for her hit him like a bolt of lightning.
It would have been frightening, if it wasn’t so exciting.
His heart raced, he could not remove the smile from his face.
Surely this time it must bee real?  
He didn’t have enough hope left to waste.


Sure he was sure that she was the one.
She was unlike any other that he had ever met.
He knew he was wrong to start with a blonde;
He had always loved the brunettes.


So Humble B. fell in love with Bee Bee.
Some would say it is elementary,
But I think it is much more sophisticated than that;
It’s fate, it’s destiny, it’s a drop of the hat,
To the beautiful Bee Bee, Humbles Queen.
The everlasting love he had seen in his dreams.


Bee Bee loved Humble as much as he loved her,
And now their tale of love was spinning in a whirl,
And writing itself, for no author was needed,
To tell the story of the Bee’s; the book had been seeded,
And now new love was everywhere to bee seen,
For little Humble B. and his beauty Queen.


Destined to last, no turning back;
They would fly with each other from now until the end.
The trials and tribulations are all just the facts.
The fantasies are what makes it feel like a Godsend.


Two Bee’s who are meant to bee,
Together forever living in Harmony.
Sure they may argue and occasionally cry,
But they both truly know how they feel on the inside.
Destiny has played their hand,
And now together they fly over the land,
And all they see, they see with each other.
Love finds their true love and forgets all other lovers.


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Two bees or not two bees


So there I was one day, in the middle of a flower
And all of a sudden there came this great big shower!
The rain poured down and I was trapped in the plant.
The water was rising fast; I thought this is it man!


Yet from out of nowhere, there shined a single ray of sunlight.
The sky was dark, the water all around, but the yellow filled my sight.
She said hold on tight!  I will get you out of there!
I said I can’t fly up; I have got too much water in my hair
And my wings are all wet through!
I couldn’t flap them even if I tried to!
She said stop all your flapping and grab this leaf you fool;
Then she pushed down a loose leaf to help me.
It was shaped like a boat, so I tried to climb to safety;
But as I grabbed at the leaf, the side fell down with my hands.
I tried to climb onto the leaf,
But the rain had made it too slippery, man
And I slid back down, with a great big splash!
My bumble was underwater and then I heard her laugh!


As I looked up, she majestically leapt through the air!
She landed on the leaf like a ballerina with perfect balance
And I saw her face up close for the first time
And the movement of her hair.
With a flick of the wrist, she pushed her fringe out of the way
And said give me your hand and let’s get out of this rain!
With a struggle or two, I eventually climbed onto the leaf
And she laughed again as I blew the water out of my cheeks.


As we lay there for a few seconds staring up at the sky,
We were dodging head bound raindrops,
As the leaf continued to rise.
Soon the plant stem was full with all the rain water
And the leaf had risen to the top.
I could see the clearing once more; she said follow me!
Then she grabbed my hand and we slid down the stem of the flower
And still the rain, it dropped.
We quickly found refuge beneath a huge green leaf.
There was a waterfall pouring from its point,
But at last we could rest and so we began to speak.


After exchanging names and a bit of small talk,
I found out where she was from
And as the rain began to stop,
We decided we would take a walk.


We met some interesting folk, like the dung beetle with the smile;
He seemed to love the rain.
“Ah, ya can’t deny, it helps me pile.”
It’s a ***** job but somebody’s got to do it
And he seemed to enjoy collecting all his things.


As we approached her hive, I said well, I guess this is goodbye.
It’s been a pleasure my friend, was her reply.
Oh don’t mention it; it might bee nicer in better weather.
If you ever need someone to save again,
I hope to see you there for me once more,
When it begins to rain.
She said it’s a date!


As I began to walk away, she said:
Would you like to come in and see what we have done with the hive?
I think you would get on really well with my mates
And it’s too soon to say goodbye.
So I said sure, that sounds like a lot of fun
And the rest of the story has not been written yet,
But my heart it has truly been stung, by the arrow of love;
She had ignited my jets.


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Bee-lieve


In the pines, in the pines,
There lived a bee who shivered the whole night through.
His hair was dyed, his enormous size,
Meant he didn’t have to listen to anyone and he ruled his crew,
With fear and intimidation;
He sought to bee the cause of social dysfunction.


The Blues-Bee was hardest to bee seen,
When the moon was up in the sky.
He would move between the shadows unseen;
His reflection cast no light.


No soul, no noise, just endless nights.
No smile, no toys, just one bad idea; it was time to fight.
He had raised a band of blues stingers
And he knew there was only one way; his way.
He couldn’t stand the way others sang;
It was his depressing buzz that made all other bees fly away.


Blues Bee and his gang travelled in search of sound;
They were never happy and travelled under the ground.
The fleas and the Blues Bee travelled with the worms.
The worms would lead the way through all the dirt
And the Blues-Bee would tell them what to do.


He heard a noise, so they burst up through
And appeared at a picnic party birthday celebration.
There was a grasshopper playing the lute
And the Blues-Bee took it away and imposed his condemnation.
Hey give it back!  I built that!
I’m just here to bee with my friends.
The Blues-Bee said nothing; he was a bully
And the lute was never seen again.


Blues Bee jumped down a hole;
The lute he stole was never to bee returned.
The grasshoppers friends said let’s go after them!
But the grasshopper said in the end they will lose
And there is a lesson here to bee learned.


The group they sat and listened to her words;
The rivers flowed through to bee forever heard.
She spoke of peace in a time of conflict;
She taught them how to just move past it.
She taught a generation to see further…
So they named her Lila.


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