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

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poetry, Songs of Youth (1998)

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