From Songs of Youth (1998)
I was searching for a rock I dropped into the stream, watching squirrels run and wishing I could eat ice cream. There was a tumble, jumble bumblebee, but I didn’t see. I was counting clouds go by and wond’ring how things grow. All the time I didn’t know: There was a tumble, jumble, not-a-very-humble, makes-a-little-mumble bumblebee staring right at me. Then I moved too close — too bad — ‘cause then the bumblebee was mad! A tumble, jumble, not-a-very-humble, makes-a-little-mumble, fumble, grumble, really-wants-to-rumble, hope I don’t a-stumble, (Oh, I’m gonna crumble!) bumblebee flying after me!
Composed in 1998 by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection Songs of Youth (1998) and song cycle Songs of Youth (1998) at 2. The Bumblebee
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024
Image: Firewheel Flower with Bee (IMG_5140)
poetry, Songs of Youth (1998)
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