The buzzy bee

I used to go there when I was little
When the bumble bee was bright
Being yellow little fellow
Now his lost he's light
The darkest might
The brightest day
Draw the shades it's all the same
Two small dresses filled with treasure
I think I could stay
Broke the latch and left it hanging
Don't think the keep will mind
No one there to make repairs
The perfect place to hide.