I Sting You Not
I STING YOU NOT
I'm a small insect that's called a bee
People run away when they see me
They think I might be ready to sting
Not so! losing my life this would bring
I'm small and humans want me under their heel
They don't care just what I feel
Nature named me guardian of food on earth
So for my size I know what I'm worth
If humans wish to kill me they should know
Without me their crops would not grow
Humans thought themselves better than me
BUT
If not for this small creature called a bee
No food for their tables would they see
ADDENDUM BY THE BEE
Just give me some food, flowers will do
I will need a little water too
Then you'll see I'll be good as new
Don't try to smash me with your shoe
I'm trying to live, just like you
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
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