There’s a bee in the classroom,
It’s flying so quickly,
With a buzz and a zoom,
It’s heading straight for me.
I hide behind my book,
And it flies over the bin,
We all turn to look,
How did it ever get in?
Polly opens the window,
But the bee is too bright,
It refuses to go,
It heads up to the light.
Tom climbs on his chair,
He looks for a plan.
As it flies through the air,
the bee lands on the fan.
We switch the fan on,
Hoping the bee will get dizzy.
But it flies down past John
Smelling his drink that is fizzy.
Teacher says, “Back to your seats,
The bee will not hurt you.
Get out your worksheets
There’s classwork that’s due.”
Now our teacher is small,
With very big hair,
Which makes her look tall,
When she sits in her chair.
I glance up from my paper,
And what do I see?
The bee is flying towards her.
Does it think she’s a tree?
As we watch in dismay,
It flies into her hair.
She has too much to say,
She doesn’t ask why we stare.
The bee never comes out.
Is it lost in her hair?
Does it still fly about,
Making honey in there?
