They Found a New Toy!
First thing we do in the mountains each day,
Is fill our hummingbirds' feeders before we'd play.
Out they would come for their morning treat.
Sitting there watching them, for us was so neat.
Even the butterflies decided to come and to drink,
They were so beautiful all colors of pink.
But then the bees came to chase all others away.
And wouldn’t let the birds or butterflies drink day after day.
We tried everything to chase them away,
We tried swatting, torching and even tried spray.
Nothing was working, more and more came.
The hummingbirds looked at us, as if we were to blame.
Our friend wildly swung a flyswatter and things looked so grim,
Crash went the feeder and the juice all over Jim.
Soon the birds returned and drank with such joy.
Bees were all gone now, they found a new toy.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Be always safe,
Karen
He looks mighty sweet, though, and if there's ANY truth to this tale, the bees and the hummingbirds won't soon forgotten him.
Love ya---Connie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *BUZZING happily* LOL
carries the day. Thanks for this, Bonnie. -gene.
Edwin
I enjoyed this well told story, and the wonderful rhyme scheme!
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Cryssa
Very enjoyable! But poor Jim!
Mary