The Fickle Minded Bee
In my garden, there I see One confused little bee He could not decide what to pick Between a lovely red rose and a tulips. I then asked this little fella What kind of flower would he want? “ I am not sure my dearest friend, As they both look lovely in my eyes But I have to pick, oh, which is which? Shall I choose the rose or this lovely tulips?” To help him out, I asked again I need to help this little friend. What makes him happy, what makes him glad; He needs to pick which one to have. “ I’m still confused, I could not say” Says this little fickle minded bee “ Can I have both of these lovely flowers? Surely, we’ll all be happy together” Oh, no my friend you have to pick one Choose the one you really want You can’t have all, you have to share As other bees still need a pair. “ If you were me which would you choose? This lovely tulips or that simple rose? It’s really hard, I want them both And I don’t want anything to lose”. Dear, o