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
She started hunting for more pollen
But, the flowers chose to stay hidden
This made her angry and sullen
Her flower friends, she’d summon
When the flowers came to sight
The bee would cling to them so tight
Until she enjoyed their sweetness to her fill
With a glee, the flowers stayed still
Soon, she became a frequent visitor
Persistent not to be a quitter
The flowers began enjoying the bee’s hiss
Thrilling like a champagne’s fizz!
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