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.