Busy little bumble bee
flying through the trees
stops to smell a yellow rose
then flys right next to me
instinct says to swat and holler
and run straight for the hills
But against my better judgement
I decide to just sit still
He lands right on my shoulder
then moves down to my lap
it seems as if this little guy
is settling in for a comfy nap.
I wounder why he chose me
to land on to rest his little wings.
Then my mind begins to wander and think of other things

Its been quite a while now stuck under this tiny bee
I'm beginning to get tired
and I really have to pee
I try to shift my legs a little
maybe he'll take the hint
But as I try to move him off I realize something,
I'm wearing flower print.