Bee Spit

If I can't have a glass or bowl of cream

and honey, I will just refuse to eat.

My mommie says I make her want to scream.

She always plots and tries to make me quit.

She doesn't want to let my teeth decay,

and tells me bees make honey out of spit.

My mommie gets me honey from the store.

Since I can get it from my friends the bees,

I don't need my mommie any more!

Now I've discovered where the bees are home.

They live in stacks of boxes called a hive;

inside they put their honey on a comb.

So I'll just give this little bee my comb

and let him spit his honey over it

and put it in my milk when I get home.

Hey bee, how come you're landing on my nose?

It tickles. I can't hardly see you there.

What's that you're sticking out? Your honey hose?

Ow! Ow! Oh ow! What's that you've done to me?

What happened to the honey you would give?

You've stabbed me on the nose, you stupid bee!

I dropped my comb and ran away from there.

My mommie kissed and rubbed ointment on

my nose, and then she tousled up my hair.

Those dumb old bees can keep their stupid spit.

I'll just stay home and watch TV and drive

my mommy crazy eating chocolate.

Petefreas/themindworm 12/06/2002