To taste honey is a treat unknown until the nectar hits home,

Oh, the sweet taste of paradise is there no wonder bees roam,

Oh, sweet bee, do the things you do to make more honey for me,

Flap those tiny cellophane wings to prove flight happens if a bee,

I need to know little bee who dresses a bee in those prison stripes,

When I see your outfit I’m not even a bee but I still yell yipes,

Why not wear your stripes in a vertical plane for just a little bit of fun,

Mom and dad bee might confuse you for a mud dauber some,

I just said little bit did you know there is a candy called little bit,

Yes there is, it’s called a little bit of honey, Mr. Bee, and it’s a hit,

You sure look funny with that big belly hanging down as you fly,

And why do you make such a nasty buzz when you go flying by?

Is that where a buzz cut comes from, is it the work of a mad bee,

Hey now, bee, don’t get mad at me, you may sting but I’ll kill thee,

Gang up on me with your killer friends and it’ll be a bunch of bee’s end,

Yes, it may be me but, Mr. Bee, I have seven dollars and 98 to spend,

I have something to cross your eyes or should I say erase your “B?”

Ouch! That hurt what you just did to me, Mr. Bee, what a B tragedy,

Here comes my spray and it’s got B written all over it Mr. Stingerless,

No aim needed cause you’ll buzz through this fog to make you a mess,

When I have this in my hand they call me Eliot B Mess, you know why,

Though you may bite my butt real hard you are now going to die,

I’ll eat your honey, Mr. Bee, but the rest I was trying to be nice to you,

You just taught me, don’t trust a bee unless he is painted sky blue,

The moral of the rhyme or this poem of B that’s not a spelling B,

Is that a bee doesn’t need to spell but it couldn’t hurt if poison could be,

While discussing bee I must ask why is it a spelling B and not an A?

Too much B in this rhyme so I’ll stop till I write of a King starting with K.

The end