Running Away from Suicide

Buzz...
Buzz...
The bees!
The bees!
So beautiful, so bright!

Oh my! Oh my!
But if you appear in their sight,
Good-bye! Good-bye!
The bees...they fly!
So low, so high!

But no, no, no!
I come near and they go!
"Wait!" I yell. I run and run.
And like a bullet from a gun,
The stinger has come.

The pain! Oh, the pain,
That little bee must have felt.
His organs and his stinger
Were taken away.

I wish I didn't run.
I wish he could've lived.
He flew away,
But I made him come back.
I wish he could've lived for another day.