Mr. Bumble

Bob wanted to wear a sweater to work,

He liked the striped ones best…

He chose the yellow and black one;

So much sportier than the rest.

He started his day in the daisies,

Then the mustard along the ledge…

Returning home in the afternoon,

Lade with pollen from the Privet hedge.

Sitting in the freshly waxed lounge,

His work mates were all a buzz…

Wiping their feet and dropping their loot,

‘Cause that’s what a Bumble Bee does.