bumble bee sting flower polination food stinger sting black and yellow, african killer bees are coming to get us in the end that’s what’s going to kill us, the bees are returning to their planet, or at least the doctor thinks so
The idea flitted into my head and stung me with the brutal unexpectedness of a killer bee, stopping me in my tracks and filling all my thoughts without end.
a little bee reminds me of to “be”
i just want to be a little bit older and a little bit wiser and a little bit smarter and a little bit more sociable
that is all that i want to bee
i love being a busy bee
although sometimes i am not sure if i give enough time to other people
should i have more friends or better friends that is always the question
so simple and always on the go, bees are the means to productivity. I like this and I like the way that bees flutter despite the obstacles in their path. Cooperation and determination and motivation. Bees continue on to achieve a goal for all …. that is their life.
A bee buzzing lightly among the flowers catches my eye. I gaze upon it and feel a sense of warmth rush over me, like the feelings I used to get when I was a child. When the simpler things brought a smile to my face.
I wish i could be a bee so that I could buzz around, doing my lil bee dance, and let my worries surface to the simplicity of being the bee and/or being the queen, and all that it entails.
there was a bee who was devoted to his queen. well, actually, she was devoted to her queen. worker bees are all girls you see, once again nature shows how women are much more effective than men, who only mate eat and then die. Well, that’s rather grim i suppose, but the facts of nature cannot bee denied.
The buzz was beginning to make all my hair stand up on ends; I knew the little insect had to bee flying around somewhere in here. My allergies jeporeydized my health in situations like this, I was allergic to bees.
bee yourself who cares what anybody else thinks. almost like the species, they go from flower to flower pollenating, creating life where there’s none, simply because they don’t care enough to stop and see what’s at what flower.. they’re just themselves, doing them all the time.
The Bee worked hard to pollinating from flower to flower. It was tired by noon but kept going. It knew it had to bring food home to the hive and keep mother queen full and happy. The bee buzzed and buzzed through out the day with a big smile on its face
This bee landed on my shoulder and wouldn’t leave. He didn’t seem to be causing any trouble so I left him there. I decided to reward the unique bee with some honey. But then I realized this was counter-productive for the bee.
The buzzing of the trees was heard throughout the air. The air was stiff and no one could breathe. “Buzz” was all that could be heard. “Buzz” was all that could be seen. The waves of the heat the stifling unresting heat. I couldn’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
flowers. spring time. annoying. black and yellow. stings! OUCH! i hate things that sting. i’m pretty afraid of bees. just bee yourself! i wonder what it would be like to be a bee? a worker bee. the one who has to do all the work while the queen bee sits around and does nothing.
I was excited to be. Bees, just like in those pop songs that buzz around the radio, like annoying insects that won’t get out of your car. They won’t get our of your head; that bee in particular, it just can’t be, that bee is still there, still buzzing, pleading you to let it out. But you’re too scared to touch it. Bees sting, you know? So does love.
bees have swarm intelligence. ten bees are more intelligent that one me. they know what path to follow every minute of their lives..that is more than i can say about myself.
just like a thousand worker bees
we slave away in colonies
and to us, the honey never tastes but bitter.
we know not who is our queen
but the mindless millions claim she is to be adored
as thoughts are professed for centuries.
“let me out, i want to see the flowers!”
“one day, but first bore yourself a few more hours.”
Yellow and black, little bumble bee. You sweeten my smoothy each morning with that delicious local honey. Why are people so afraid of you? A little prick. It’s not so bad considering the great gifts you bring to me.
Bees. Buzzing like a crowd. Busy like a bee. What poor stressful little creatures. But I suppose its okay because they occasionally get to see their flowers.
I little yellow and black insect that buzzes around drinking up nectar from flowers to make honey for it’s hive. As a passing effect they pollinate the flowers they touch.
Uuurgh, I hate bees! Except that one from the movie (Bee Movie ¬¬’), that one is a little cute…
But it does not exist (such a pitty) SO, I keep hating them, they cause me distress :S
I can’t even imagine how it’s like to be stung by a bee, it must hurt o LOT!
I know that bees has their importance to the world and stuff, BUT they can kill either!
What a gorgeous day to be out on the water kicking back in my little putt putt boat
and admiring the scenery , when out of no were comes this killer bee from Hell,
bent on protecting his territory.
The bee was pink. What? What the hell is this? Bees aren’t supposed to be pink. But in this lab, you couldn’t really be surprised about anything, much less finding strange colored bees. I wonder what kind of experiment they were involved in, perhaps in a cure for cancer, a poison, or a cosmetic.
I always wanted to get stung by a bee. It had only happened once and before that time I knew I wanted to know how it felt. I wanted to feel that sting and that quick feeling of pain. And then there I was, feeling something land on my hand, seeing a bee on my hand, and then flicking the bee away. And in those short moments, the bee stung me and I felt that quick feeling of pain.
the daily bee. a local paper. my brother works for a different publishing company though, keoke, the local magazine. i’m glad he took the initiative to get a job. it’s a pretty cool job, too. i would like something like that; a job that only takes about two hours after school and not weekends. i’d have some side cash to keep me going through the winter.
The bee was close, too close. I hated bees, but there was a prize if I won. Spelling was always one of my strong points, so I thought I’d give it a shot. All I had to do was remember to wake up in the morning.
The humble bee is a bee. Bee why? Bee who? Bee what? The bee is an insect. Just an insect. But why? Who created the bee? What is the bee in all its glory. These are the important questions we must ask ourselves. To bee or not too bee. The question that must be answered.
bee who you want to be. the bees can, because no body judges them. they have no friends, they have no jobs, they just have their bee family, who is there for them no matter what. to kiil the hornet that is attacking their home, to sting the people who threaten those who matter most to the bee.
There are flowers all around, and you can see them stinging the flowers with their juicy stingers. You’d like to be a flower. You’d like to be pricked, picked, made juicy like the bees. You’d like to be stolen away behind a tree and made, you’d like to be the petals drifting to the ground you’d like to be violated until you’re cells, just cells.
You’d like to be stung. You’d like to be torn.
bees sting abd rthen the y hurt that die after that get stung i mean when they sting ive never been stung by a bee before so i dont know if it hurts i wonder if im allergic, probably not i like honey and bees make honey bees are cute but theyre also a bit scary and i always wondered if they are soft to touch or not
bumble bee sting flower polination food stinger sting black and yellow, african killer bees are coming to get us in the end that’s what’s going to kill us, the bees are returning to their planet, or at least the doctor thinks so
The idea flitted into my head and stung me with the brutal unexpectedness of a killer bee, stopping me in my tracks and filling all my thoughts without end.
a little bee reminds me of to “be”
i just want to be a little bit older and a little bit wiser and a little bit smarter and a little bit more sociable
that is all that i want to bee
i love being a busy bee
although sometimes i am not sure if i give enough time to other people
should i have more friends or better friends that is always the question
so simple and always on the go, bees are the means to productivity. I like this and I like the way that bees flutter despite the obstacles in their path. Cooperation and determination and motivation. Bees continue on to achieve a goal for all …. that is their life.
A bee buzzing lightly among the flowers catches my eye. I gaze upon it and feel a sense of warmth rush over me, like the feelings I used to get when I was a child. When the simpler things brought a smile to my face.
I wish i could be a bee so that I could buzz around, doing my lil bee dance, and let my worries surface to the simplicity of being the bee and/or being the queen, and all that it entails.
the bee flew by and the flower danced in the wind. she lay on her back staring at the white clouds against the blue.
there was a bee who was devoted to his queen. well, actually, she was devoted to her queen. worker bees are all girls you see, once again nature shows how women are much more effective than men, who only mate eat and then die. Well, that’s rather grim i suppose, but the facts of nature cannot bee denied.
The buzz was beginning to make all my hair stand up on ends; I knew the little insect had to bee flying around somewhere in here. My allergies jeporeydized my health in situations like this, I was allergic to bees.
bee yourself who cares what anybody else thinks. almost like the species, they go from flower to flower pollenating, creating life where there’s none, simply because they don’t care enough to stop and see what’s at what flower.. they’re just themselves, doing them all the time.
BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES! BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES BEES THE BEE’S KNEES. YUMMY IN MY TUMMY.
The Bee worked hard to pollinating from flower to flower. It was tired by noon but kept going. It knew it had to bring food home to the hive and keep mother queen full and happy. The bee buzzed and buzzed through out the day with a big smile on its face
This bee landed on my shoulder and wouldn’t leave. He didn’t seem to be causing any trouble so I left him there. I decided to reward the unique bee with some honey. But then I realized this was counter-productive for the bee.
The buzzing of the trees was heard throughout the air. The air was stiff and no one could breathe. “Buzz” was all that could be heard. “Buzz” was all that could be seen. The waves of the heat the stifling unresting heat. I couldn’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
flowers. spring time. annoying. black and yellow. stings! OUCH! i hate things that sting. i’m pretty afraid of bees. just bee yourself! i wonder what it would be like to be a bee? a worker bee. the one who has to do all the work while the queen bee sits around and does nothing.
I was excited to be. Bees, just like in those pop songs that buzz around the radio, like annoying insects that won’t get out of your car. They won’t get our of your head; that bee in particular, it just can’t be, that bee is still there, still buzzing, pleading you to let it out. But you’re too scared to touch it. Bees sting, you know? So does love.
you’re my honey bee
you sting me with your words
and just like a physical sting it takes time for my feelings to heal
Just like honey. Driving, windows up in narrow streets. Straight-aways to underground passages. Bee girl waiting.
bees have swarm intelligence. ten bees are more intelligent that one me. they know what path to follow every minute of their lives..that is more than i can say about myself.
just like a thousand worker bees
we slave away in colonies
and to us, the honey never tastes but bitter.
we know not who is our queen
but the mindless millions claim she is to be adored
as thoughts are professed for centuries.
“let me out, i want to see the flowers!”
“one day, but first bore yourself a few more hours.”
Yellow and black, little bumble bee. You sweeten my smoothy each morning with that delicious local honey. Why are people so afraid of you? A little prick. It’s not so bad considering the great gifts you bring to me.
Bees. Buzzing like a crowd. Busy like a bee. What poor stressful little creatures. But I suppose its okay because they occasionally get to see their flowers.
I little yellow and black insect that buzzes around drinking up nectar from flowers to make honey for it’s hive. As a passing effect they pollinate the flowers they touch.
Uuurgh, I hate bees! Except that one from the movie (Bee Movie ¬¬’), that one is a little cute…
But it does not exist (such a pitty) SO, I keep hating them, they cause me distress :S
I can’t even imagine how it’s like to be stung by a bee, it must hurt o LOT!
I know that bees has their importance to the world and stuff, BUT they can kill either!
What a gorgeous day to be out on the water kicking back in my little putt putt boat
and admiring the scenery , when out of no were comes this killer bee from Hell,
bent on protecting his territory.
i’ve never been stung by a bee ever in my life.So now, im terrified of Bees….
The bee was pink. What? What the hell is this? Bees aren’t supposed to be pink. But in this lab, you couldn’t really be surprised about anything, much less finding strange colored bees. I wonder what kind of experiment they were involved in, perhaps in a cure for cancer, a poison, or a cosmetic.
I always wanted to get stung by a bee. It had only happened once and before that time I knew I wanted to know how it felt. I wanted to feel that sting and that quick feeling of pain. And then there I was, feeling something land on my hand, seeing a bee on my hand, and then flicking the bee away. And in those short moments, the bee stung me and I felt that quick feeling of pain.
I used to be terribly afraid of bees. I used to run away when one flew too near me. Sometimes I cried.
Now I just stand firm, and await the bee to fly away to it’s next victim.
the daily bee. a local paper. my brother works for a different publishing company though, keoke, the local magazine. i’m glad he took the initiative to get a job. it’s a pretty cool job, too. i would like something like that; a job that only takes about two hours after school and not weekends. i’d have some side cash to keep me going through the winter.
Akeelah and the Bee. Fantastic movie.
Also the cute, furry insect that we rely on to pollinate our plants and help them in their life cycles. (sex cells on their butts! :D)
HONEY.
and from Aladdin, Genie’s great advice to him “Bee yourself!”
The bee was close, too close. I hated bees, but there was a prize if I won. Spelling was always one of my strong points, so I thought I’d give it a shot. All I had to do was remember to wake up in the morning.
busy busy busy bee
dumble bumble about your day
hum buzz hum buzz
dumble bumble
honey honey honey honey
honey honey honey
The humble bee is a bee. Bee why? Bee who? Bee what? The bee is an insect. Just an insect. But why? Who created the bee? What is the bee in all its glory. These are the important questions we must ask ourselves. To bee or not too bee. The question that must be answered.
Akeelah and the Bee. Fantastic movie.
Also the cute, furry insect that we rely on to pollinate our plants and help them in their life cycles. (sex cells on their butts! :D)
HONEY.
bees are cute and fluffy
they sip sweet nectar from the beautiful flowers
MMM FAT BUMBLEBEES :D
bees.
bees.
bees.
bees.
bee who you want to be. the bees can, because no body judges them. they have no friends, they have no jobs, they just have their bee family, who is there for them no matter what. to kiil the hornet that is attacking their home, to sting the people who threaten those who matter most to the bee.
Bees are a provider of honey but have a nasty sting in their tail if angered.
There are flowers all around, and you can see them stinging the flowers with their juicy stingers. You’d like to be a flower. You’d like to be pricked, picked, made juicy like the bees. You’d like to be stolen away behind a tree and made, you’d like to be the petals drifting to the ground you’d like to be violated until you’re cells, just cells.
You’d like to be stung. You’d like to be torn.
bees sting abd rthen the y hurt that die after that get stung i mean when they sting ive never been stung by a bee before so i dont know if it hurts i wonder if im allergic, probably not i like honey and bees make honey bees are cute but theyre also a bit scary and i always wondered if they are soft to touch or not