As Humble walked with his parents into the bee nursery, He saw the other proud parents with their own little bees. Eventually the teacher said, excuse me parents, I will have to ask you to say your goodbyes; We must proceed with today’s event…
As the parents left and the larvae bees took their seats, The teacher, Miss Softly-Spoken said Today children we are going to have A Spelling Bee. I would like you all to welcome The Spelling Tree!
The Spelling Tree walked in with a miserable face. The Spelling Tree was Mr. Dictionary in a tree costume And he didn’t like this place. One day I will get away from here, you will see… Now, now Mr. Spelling Tree, no need to bee grumpy. A is for Air. B is for Bee! C is for Cloud, said Mr. Dictionary…
He really didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to leave; But life in the hive wasn’t all fun and games. You were given a job that you had to do every day And this one was much better than his last position. He was fired as a clown for not being happy enough… The irony of misconception.
The rest of the day, the children played many games And they all became friends in the end…
As the parents returned to collect their children, The larvae were playing a game called, ‘Guess what I am meant to Bee!’ They were pretending to bee whatever they wanted to bee, Imaginatively and figuratively.
Humble was buzzing his own little tune, So out of sync with everybody. The other children were trees and clouds and flowers and leaves! Humble decided to pretend to bee a Bee. He did it so well, nobody else could tell, What he was pretending to bee.
As the families all left, Humble, of course, was last to leave. His parents told him to say goodbye to Miss Softly-Spoken And she said “It was a pleasure to meet you today Mr. Humble B. Bumble… Way to Bee!”