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Mar 2020
The bees started fighting
Over what I just don’t know
One threw a sneaky punch
Then they all had a little go
Yellow and black in tandem
Buzzing round the bar
Stinging, punching and biting
Oh how very very bizarre
A glass went crash
A plate when whack
Mr Sting slumped to the floor
As the chair bounced of his back
The bee police were called in
All riot shields and batons of wood
To separate the warring gangs
As only they really could
They threw in the tear gas
And tasered many a bee
The trouble they dealt with in no time
And then home for some milk and honey
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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