The bumblebees that stung me
had a hole
The bumblebees that stung me
had a role:
To defend their nest
from unwelcome guests
The bumblebees that stung me
had a hole.
The bumblebees that stung me
had a hole
Their hole was by the front door
near a pole
One of us boys
had this idea
(Don't recall who,
possibly me?)
To have a little fun
with that bee hole.
The bumblebees aflight
had work to do
We sat and watched them
fly out in and through
Clever boys,
we played our trick:
We dug a fake hole
with a stick
And covered up the hole
they were accustomed to.
What fun it was to watch
the bees explore
They couldn't find the way
to their front door
Could not get in,
could not get out,
Those bumblebees
flew all about
We boys had won our battle
-- not the war.
We eventually grew tired
of our game
The boys went home for lunch,
I did the same.
As I walked toward
our kitchen door
One bumblebee
gave me what-for:
She stung me on my ear
and made me pay.
I yelled real loud and
ran in to my mommy
She flicked the bee away
and tried to calm me
I didn't tell her
of our game,
Our craven plot,
what it entailed,
And so my mom felt
very, very sorry.
But lest you think that
nature had its way
A garden hose was
summoned the next day
Down the hole it went
flooding out the residents
So the bumblebees that stung me
went away.
