I found a bee,and then another...then I saw some more.
Mommy and Icounted them...they came to ninety-four.
Most lay dead,a few still dying...all along the walk.
And in a nearby garden,we could hearsome people talk.
'Bout how the flowerslooked so nice,not one leaf had a hole.
But they never said a wordabout the livestheir garden stole.© 2010 Alison Pearce Stevens
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