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To make honey, and earn money!


Buzzy bee is busy, see?

Making sweet, delicious honey!

But grizzly bear is starting to stare;

"I want some honey!" says the bear.

He eats a bit and starts to Roar:

"Roar! Roar! I just want some more!"

He breaks the little bee hive,

The bees start to fly so high;

They fly after him, buzz buzz buzz...

The bear just starts to make a fuss.

"Why don't you share? To share is to care!"

He says, holding back the honey;

"We can't, We can't!
For we want, 

The precious money!"


The bear starts to growl,

The wolves start to howl.

A big quarrel has begun!
The bees start to sting,

The birds stop to sing!

For the day has run away!
Poor little bear, goes back home,

Without the sweet, honey,

And meanwhile, the bees back there,

Continue to earn more money!


Comments

  1. Honey poem wonderful. Poor Bear font have money. But enjoy the sweet of honey without sweat. You work hard to be happy. Work well brings you Happiness. Eat well stay home and be Happy.

    From Babu Thatha

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  2. Honey Money beautiful rethymic poem mixed with the imagination of cute Shriyandhaa. I enjoyed like tasting honey.
    From Pushpa patti

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