There once was a keeper named Dale,
Whose buzz came from more than a trail.
With a grin and a giggle,
He'd dance and he'd wiggle,
In a suit that was quite like a veil.
He strolled through the meadow, feeling free,
With clouds of sweet smoke swirling glee.
His bees started groovin’,
And his giggles were movin’,
As they joined in a wild bumble spree.
“Now, where are my jars?” he did muse,
“Oh wait, here’s an empty shoe,
Let’s collect some of honey,
Making this a bit funny,
That’ll surely confuse the crew!”
He filled up his left with their treasure,
While the right danced with unmeasurable pleasure.
“These bees are so nice,
Forget about rice,
It’s all honey I need to measure!”
But soon did his trip take a turn,
As he felt his workplace discern.
“Buzz off!” shouted bees,
Reading both moods and decrees,
Now that high does a keeper upburn!
In the end, Dale learned to be wise,
To keep all his blunders in disguise.
For a beekeeper high,
Can cause quite the stir, oh my!
Better stick to the honey, not the pies!
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