The Bumbleless Orange Bumblebee

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.


About Gary Baggings

Andrea is a former farm girl who is currently living and working in London. She spends her days writing words for other people, and the long nights penning her own. When she grows up she wants to be cleverer than she is now and run an emporium of some sort. For no good reason, and against sound advice, she writes under an inexplicable pen name, visit for more.

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