For Katie, and her flowers
Sweet nectar collecting space invader,
Barred beauty on whom all mankind depends.
Onomatopoeic kazoo player,
Seen zooming and buzzing in my garden.
Manic squadrons perform daily duties,
Nature’s perfect design, man says shouldn’t work.
Baskets and bellies laden with booty,
From your Royal calling, you never shirk.
From daisy to tulip, your bum bumbles,
Adorned in jumpers of yellow and black.
Sounding so happy, guess you can’t grumble,
Busy so busy, no time for all that.
Four teardrops equal the weight of one bee,
Rivers we’ll cry if your plight we don’t heed.
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