Bumblebee
who flies so strange
and hits the glass
on window pane,
why slam your head
over again?
The glass is solid,
it’s double paned.
But look outside
at flowers bloomed
while inside here
you would be doomed.
Out there, I leave you
to your task
of buzzing ’round
your work unmasked.
But come inside?
You don’t belong,
and I promise you
won’t live for long.
Stay in your place
and I in mine.
Oh, but don’t mind me
when I come outside.