Take Care
Tell me, my little fur ball, how do you manage to fly?
You’re not aerodynamic, and yet, you seem to get by.
Your wings are very tiny, that is, given your body size,
Yes, you shouldn’t be airborne, it’s crazy — don’t you realize?
So, mind you don’t hurt yourself, don’t go flying too high now,
In fact, should you fly at all, when we don’t even know how?
It seems you’re taking a risk, wait ’till we’ve figured it out,
It’s possible, just possible, you’ve been very well-thought-out.
You intrigue and mystify, we’re baffled, perplexed, amazed,
It’s something that shouldn’t be, yet, you don’t seem to be fazed.
You go about your business without any thought at all,
And yet, you still stay airborne, never wobble, stall and fall.
You’re a beauty, a cutie, and you’re never off duty,
And attached to your hairy legs, I often see booty.
You buzz around those flowers in your black and yellow suit,
Collecting all that pollen, and without a parachute!
I love to watch you working, but from a distance, mind you,
Lest I pose a bother, and not just pollen, you pursue.
It’s best we keep things friendly, yes, I’m sure you would approve,
So, should you hover near me, I promise that I will move.
Sometimes I’d like to stroke you, but I know such isn’t wise,
For though you’re nice and fury, hostility might arise.
You’re simply far too busy, too absorbed for that sort of thing,
Besides, I might surprise you, and receive a little sting.
You’re welcome in my garden, you can visit anytime,
But if you want to greet me, preferably summertime.
That’s the time when I’m about, for winter’s too cold for me,
So, until we meet again, take care little bumblebee.
By Lance Landall
