Honey Bee



 Honey Bee :




The honey bee is sad and cross

And wicked as a weasel

And when she perches on your boss

She leaves a little measle.



I wish I was a little grub

With whiskers round my tummy,

I'd climb into a honey pot

And make my tummy gummy.



















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