The Bees, The Birds, And The Bugs
The bees, birds, and bugs
Brought bunches of bracken,
Burs and bramble from lugs
Of their busily bumping feathers and fur
They came from bushes and branches
Into the open blur
Of he blue sky, to work bubbly
And busily, butting their bumpers
Into another, becoming a doubly, troubly
Bundle--too bothered with business
To notice both their brethren,
And baron of boasty actless
Creatures with bobbing, buzzing wings whom
Ate bugs and berries
For pleasure and buy, abloom.
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