Wee tired bee, I just wanted to see:
could i save you, be a hero of bees.
I poured sweet tea close by, let you be,
checked your knees, wee bee,
(just to see if they’re great,
curiosity got the better of me).
Nature’s plan is too fleeting
if the plan includes me.
I’m sorry we be, wee bee.
I see how it’s easy on the path
to get stood on and squashed.
Was it futile, wee bee?
I only wanted to help,
be a keeper, you see.
I’m sorry wee bee.