First come the bees, Soaked in yellow and black. I ask for honey, please. There is no slack. Then come the trees, A big one by the shack. They sing with the breeze. I start to unpack. Next are the fleas. I think they’re quite whack. They spread their disease. Time to double back. This journey was nice, For sure worth its price. It was fun to roam, But I must now go home.