The buzzy bee
By Alexandra G
Published 18 September 2014
I used to go there when I was little
When the bumble bee was bright
A yellow little fellow
Now he's lost his light
The darkest night
The brightest day
Draw the shades
it's all the same
Two small dresses full of treasure
I think here 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.