The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee
Imagine if you will
What it is to be,
A harmless buzzing, bumbling bee.
But for some bees to bumble is supplementary,
For example The Bumbleless
Orange Bumble Bee.
Orange he is,
But a bee he still be.
Never he does bumble,
And why you shall see.
For a bee who bumbles,
Can make only honey.
Stripes on his back,
Yellow and black.
Not so for The Bumbleless
Orange Bumble bee.
Amongst the colonies,
He was easy to see,
Scorned by his fellows,
For not being yellow,
Stung by their mockery
He bumbled solitary,
For a year and a day.
Until he worked himself into an utter tizz-wuzz,
He tizzed and wuzzed until he started to buzz.
‘Buzz Buzz,’ buzzed the bee, ‘I’ll
bumble no more’.
Buzzing invigorated, he formed a plan.
If I can’t make honey, I’ll get into jam.
But the Robertson’s men, they laughed
They scoffed at his plan;
Whoever heard of a bee making jam?
But this time the mockery stung not at all,
For as he buzzed and not bumbled,
He finally saw –
He was a bee blessed by his unusual shade,
For an orange bee, of course, makes marmalade.