No Name Bee

I cannot fly high or fast thought I would not last I need new wings what old age brings. the office is my hangout frequent flyer and know the route am known as the dam bee they spray and swat me get no respect of my name they hunt me down like game I don’t get called bumble am shooed about in a rumble have looked online for wings only found bee stings called a bee keeper only got his beeper second hand shop had none hope my life is not done Pegasus has been my idol but fame I’m not entitled I was buzzing as a bee flyer miles were free now can’t get there I’m doom I swear just a walking bee now oh, where art thou always have been good never stung, never would one wing won’t do I’d be in the stew landing gear would snag then put in a black bag I’ll try to buzz around may just hit the ground opps, fell into a honey jar now I won’t go far got pulled out and put on the sill someone showed me some goodwill now when people ask about me they say ‘oh, she was a honey of a bee’!!!!!