The Bee
I am a bee.
I fly around all day.
Most people seem to avoid me,
For when I fly up to say, “Hello”
They always run away.
Human friends are very few.
I am lonely all day long.
Wish I had something new to do.
In talking with humans,
What could be wrong?
I think I shall arrange to die,
But you know I will come back.
My name will no longer be just Bee,
But possibly Jim or Jack.