Bee Friendly

Sitting down to drink some tea,
I looked up to see a bee.
It flew here and there
Around the the chairs.

It must have been lost
As it flew like it was tossed.
That bee started to worry me.
It seemed it would never leave.

The rain began to fall on down.
Before I knew it the bee hit the ground.
It became so wet from the torrential rain.
That be must have be hit with such pain.

Carefully, I scooped it up into a small cup.
It just laid there for a moment before it tried to get up.
Shaking the water off as best it could,
The bee just sat there just like wood.

I squeezed some lemon juice down
On the side of the cup so as not to drown.
Then I sprinkled some sugar with a spoon.
He went to taste of it and began to swoon.

Watching that bee get his feast,
I suspected he became a gentle beast.
His sticky feet were no match.
For his new found strenght was something to catch.

When he flew off, and turned back to me,
I swear he waved as if he was thanking me.
Zipping off into the rain again
That bee had gained a new found friend.