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!
