Do Bees Laugh?

"Do bees ever laugh
When winds blow so the grass
Tickles their tummies?"
The little boy asked his Mommy.

"Do the trees ever weep,
Do they pout or shout out
When the drought comes
And makes them too thirsty?"

"Do the flowers ever dream,
When they close up to sleep,
Do they wake to the br-r-r-ing of a tick-clock
Like me in the morning?"

"So what do they care
If there's smog in the air,
If the Sun shines too bright
The stars aren't seen at night?

Well, can you tell me that Mommy?"

His Mom said,
"I don't know,
But what makes the plants grow
Is the rain and the air and the sun.

And the bees spread their seeds
With the wind on their wings, but I caution you there,
You'd best not interfere
My so very curious one.

'Course the boy asked "Why, why?"
His Mom then replied,
"Why, that's simple my child,
You're more likely to get yourself stung!"

That was the day
The boy took away
All the bees
So they never could sting him.

He used an emptied honey jar,
Caught every last danged bee he saw,
And thought he saved the world, Hurray!
From all those bad bee stingers.

That evening however at Supper
There was no honey
Found in the cupboard
For him to pour over his biscuits.

"Can't we go to the store
And just buy some more?"
The little boy sighed
To his mother.

"It seems," she replied,
"The bees have all died
Thanks to a brave child
Who's saved all the world from bee stingers.

There'll be no more honey
Not for anyone's money,
The flowers too will perish soon
But we'll make due without them."

The boy went to his room
Dug out his bee tomb
Buried deep in the back
Of his closet.

Those bees were so mad,
They buzzed and they flapped,
"Let us out, let us free
Or we'll sting you!"

"You can't sting me in there,"
The boy said with a snare.
One bee looked up just then
With a solemnly stare.

"I have work I must do,
Son, my work's for you, too,
Will you have no more flowers then or honey?"

"Do you ever laugh
The little boy asked
When the grass
Tickles your tummy?"

"Of course not!" said the bee.
"I'm too busy, you see.
But I really don't MIND,
If YOU do."

That was the night
The freed bees took flight
And made the all world's flowers
And sweet honey.