Harm

Bees are in harm, in fact endangered.

They are poor little native things,

Everyone knows that.

Swish squash! Everyday,

Bees are small, bees are tiny.

Zoom, zoom they’re flying high.

See you later alligator, don’t forget the honey paper.

The buzz of the bee is music to me,

The whisper of the wind calls to it.

1,2,3,4 one million bees on the tree.

The bees need us to plant some flowers,

And brighten our world and save all bees.