Happy Song Of A Bee At The Bottlebrush Tree
…bzzz….bzzzz…busy and happy being the bee
at the bottlebrush tree
I certainly am;
happy as a friendly ghost
carefree as a feather in the wind…
bzzz….bzzzz…happy being the bee busy drinking
nectar and free and alive I am;
bzzz….bzzzz….busy and happy like the bee I am..
….happy and free to fly to any and when
and light and easy…bzzzz...bbbzzzz…no doubt without the Aussie booze,
sane just as I am…bzzzz…..bzzzz….
no doubt my sting may not save me from some silly calamity
some intelligent being may invent
(sure, I may die without knowing what hit me!)
but still each dog has its day, as humans might say,
and for now and my days
I’m just content, being the bzzzz…bzzzz…bzzzz bee I am
drinking at the bottlebrush in this sunny Ozland,
happy and free as I am…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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