A honey bee that left her nest

Only when she felt at her best

She happened to visit a flower

Prolific with the rarest nectar

It was a nectar, profusely sweet

Upon tasting it, she hesitated to retreat

Every time she fed from it

Her face was brightly lit

There were times when the flower was hidden

At this, the bee would feel sullen

At last, when the flower came to sight

The bee would hold on to it so tight

She’d enjoy it’s sweetness to her fill

With a glee, the flower would stay still

She became a frequent visitor

Persistent not to be a quitter

The flower began enjoying the bee’s hiss

Thrilling like a champagne’s fizz!