Bee
Swarm
They swarm in a tornado, big and
small.
The workers make honey, they know
it’s very yummy.
They would sting you whatever the
weather.
Their wings carry them very high up
into the blue sky.
They collect pollen from flowers,
filled with beautiful colours.
The queen bee makes a noise of a
mouse, then the others would obey her.
They have sticky little hair like
fur.
They’re black and yellow with spots
of honey like jelly.
Like glue, the pollen sticks to their
legs.
Great poem Eva you even made it rhyme in parts, Heather
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