Once upon a time there was a buzzy bee. He had very few buzzy bee friends, but led a contented life, flitting from one pollen-filled flower center to the next. Sweetness was had, yet he longed for more.
Heidi
I sting and then I die; I’m not like others. They can insult and hurt and fight for hours. Days. Years. I can say one thing, and then I’m already done. I can’t stand up for myself. I can’t stand up for him, as much as I want to. I can’t stand up to the queen, or to my best friend. I’m a failure in more ways than one. I lie down on the cold floor and press my head against the concrete. I don’t bother trying to get up; just kick me when I’m down, I won’t guard myself. I can’t handle this anymore.
a yellow and black insect, makes honey. they live in hithes and serve the queen. There is one particular type of bee that’s sole pupose in life is to kill the queen. They make honeycombe as well and they sometimes mass evacuate hithes and it’s very loud
potjana
a bee is somthing that flys around an builds nest on houes an other things that it needs an landes on flowers an gets food to take backe to there homes.
A type of animal that collects honey, stings occasionally and is attracted to the scent of flowers and flowers itself. It’s black and yellow just like the song by Wiz Khalifa.
Ariana Garcia
hive hair doo
Carmen Morgan
Lying with you in the grass. The picnic devoured. The blanket all rumpled. We lie there, breathless. All that can be heard is the wind in the trees, the occasional bee, and the beating your heart.
I really hate bees. No, that isn’t right–I’m actually terrified of bees. Since I am allergic to their stings, they could make me die. That makes it ok to hate, doesn’t it?
Lois
flying buzzy little bee flying high above me, are you a fly are you a wasp no you’re a friendly bumblee. make me honey nice and sticky but in a honey pot when you’re pancakes ready FLIP IT and the honey from the pot. bumblebee bumblebee never be scared of me.
zero-sum
honey stinging sweet
sheila mcchesney
Its a call for just be yourself, BEE with an extra E! And be free as a bee, stink like a bee when it’s needed en be soft as a bee.
anneke
all that you can bee. Been there done that. Maybe, June be, bee ware, be safe, be wise, be careful.
Nate
Bee buzz tenderly in the flower garden
bee buzz busily in the yard
bee buzz noisily in the rose buses
bee buzz crazily in my head
bee buzz is annoying when you’re trying to think of anything but the bee buz in your head.
LouiseG
“Beeeeee!!!!!” She screams as her brother runs up to her in a immature costume made of black and yellow felt.
He tackles her down and laughs as he pretends to sting her. She gives in finally, and lets out a giggle.
Hiu Hiu Bieber
One of my friends told me once a story about when she was seven. She was swinging in her back yard, and singing to herself the song “This Little Light of Mine”. Mid-sentence a bumble bee flew into her mouth and caused her to choke. Priceless :)
a little insect floating around me while im outside sitting on the grass trying to read a book. buzzy noises. i usually always win a class spelling bee. believe!
I do so love mysteries! I also love that Laurie R.King gave Sherlock Holmes a wife! In her book “The Bee’s Keeper’s
Bonnie Cehovet
Buzzy things, get pollen – possibly involved in some sort of bee conspiracy. Have wings. Dislike Paul Mcartney. Dying due to some sort of colony collapse disorder, or may be because they’re sick of people stealing their damn honey!
ThiS is an insect that provides us with honey. The bees have a great network system with each assigned with a specific task and role in their hierarchial system. They help in pollination but their sting could be fatal too. The colour of bees, yellow and black has given rise to a greT many designs and colour contrasts
radha
A lot of human beings find bees to be frightening. They’re very small, but their sting can be deadly. What can be reassuring is the fact that bees die as a result of stinging a person.
eCLekticist
I remmeber the first that I saw a bee. It was the summer of 1978,
. The first summer that I was away from my parents. It was a magical time full of unicorns and rainbows. I will never forget how that bee stung me and took away my innocence.
Travis
“Enough of this,” he thought to himself. “I’m acting like some pitiful worker bee. What I need is to snap out of this funk and get on with things. I should live my life more like the queen does.”
To bee or not to bee that the word thats buzzing around my mind. The hard worker of the insect world. Collecting pollen, making honey, holding up the world. Better than wasps. Wasps are cunts.
The bee was leaving his hive. The other bees didn’t like this idea. They knew the grey skies meant rain was sure to come. Henry, though, never worried about what the other bees thought. He did his own thing. He was positive that the Queen bee would one day notice him.
Karen
yellow and black
small
sting hurts
allergic
annoying sound
furry
all over in the summer
honey
eew
Michelle Selsemeyer
Once upon a time there was a bee who was lonely. Yes he was apart of a hive but all they wanted to do was work. He just wanted to stop and enjoy the roses with someone. One day he ventured off on his own and decided to live his life how he wanted. Instead of zipping around everything, he flew with the wind high and low. He watched the sun set and marveled at the moon.
Genevieve
I thought it was going to be a noodle. I was certain. Then, flying past mars and the moon on the way into a landing in a spring park in New Jersey, I understood that the Universe didn’t want pasta. The realization stung me like a bee, there, at the picnic, where no noodles were to be found.
i am a bee it’s my nickname from years i love the color but i don’t like the puncture they’re sometimes annoying but definitely beautiful and important for the environment
alessandro
yellow, stinky, nature beautifull. Greek summer daytime. The sun is glowing in the sky. Flowers are yellow from the sun and bees fly allover.
Anna Koutli
So there I was, doing my best to look like anything but Winnie the Pooh, which, despite the red tee shirt is a lot easier than it sounds, when this great big bee lands on my nose, stares me in the eye, and just shakes his head before flying off. I think they might be onto me.
Henry Gaudet
Hello, we’ve met before. You are small, and I am big, yet you invoke such extreme fear. Fascinated by your beautiful intricate wings, I want to hold you. But your venom is painful and your mission is key.
Destiny Narsh
Buzz. I am a bee.
Yellow and black and winged and free.
Buzz. I am a bee.
Sting. You enemy.
Now you’re hurt and livid and mean.
Sting, You enemy.
Buzz. I am a bee.
Sting your enemy.
Destiny
It buzzed in her face. She swatted it away, but it persisted. It wanted to taste her sweat. She didn’t want to be eaten so she ran, she ran towards the house.
Sarah Flint
honey, yellow, small, stings, mean, alergy, flower, hive, global lives, translation, marko popovic, costa coffee na terazijama, b92, jutarnji program, stefan goranovic, americki kutak.
Milena Otasevic
same as wasp, stings, is yellow and black, has a stinger makes a buzzing noise, is seen in summer and near flowers ie pollen. there is a queen bee then theres worker bees who get honey for the queen bee to make honey.
nicky
I believe in humanity. I love everyone who loves lives. I simply want to be friend of any human. My aim is to reach up to people’s heart. Girish Joshi
Girish
You buzz about me, causing me to flinch, run, laugh, stumble. You’ve made me cry, and soar into the air only to land on the dirt pathway that leads to the sparkling blue water. You are the cause of the color in my life.
Courtney
Bee exceptional :] buzz. Buzz the bee away in a tree. Where all is magical. Just you and me. Life is simple. Sip the sweet nectar from the flowers. Make honey. And fly in the blue sky.
Once upon a time there was a buzzy bee. He had very few buzzy bee friends, but led a contented life, flitting from one pollen-filled flower center to the next. Sweetness was had, yet he longed for more.
I sting and then I die; I’m not like others. They can insult and hurt and fight for hours. Days. Years. I can say one thing, and then I’m already done. I can’t stand up for myself. I can’t stand up for him, as much as I want to. I can’t stand up to the queen, or to my best friend. I’m a failure in more ways than one. I lie down on the cold floor and press my head against the concrete. I don’t bother trying to get up; just kick me when I’m down, I won’t guard myself. I can’t handle this anymore.
a yellow and black insect, makes honey. they live in hithes and serve the queen. There is one particular type of bee that’s sole pupose in life is to kill the queen. They make honeycombe as well and they sometimes mass evacuate hithes and it’s very loud
a bee is somthing that flys around an builds nest on houes an other things that it needs an landes on flowers an gets food to take backe to there homes.
A type of animal that collects honey, stings occasionally and is attracted to the scent of flowers and flowers itself. It’s black and yellow just like the song by Wiz Khalifa.
hive hair doo
Lying with you in the grass. The picnic devoured. The blanket all rumpled. We lie there, breathless. All that can be heard is the wind in the trees, the occasional bee, and the beating your heart.
I really hate bees. No, that isn’t right–I’m actually terrified of bees. Since I am allergic to their stings, they could make me die. That makes it ok to hate, doesn’t it?
flying buzzy little bee flying high above me, are you a fly are you a wasp no you’re a friendly bumblee. make me honey nice and sticky but in a honey pot when you’re pancakes ready FLIP IT and the honey from the pot. bumblebee bumblebee never be scared of me.
honey stinging sweet
Its a call for just be yourself, BEE with an extra E! And be free as a bee, stink like a bee when it’s needed en be soft as a bee.
all that you can bee. Been there done that. Maybe, June be, bee ware, be safe, be wise, be careful.
Bee buzz tenderly in the flower garden
bee buzz busily in the yard
bee buzz noisily in the rose buses
bee buzz crazily in my head
bee buzz is annoying when you’re trying to think of anything but the bee buz in your head.
“Beeeeee!!!!!” She screams as her brother runs up to her in a immature costume made of black and yellow felt.
He tackles her down and laughs as he pretends to sting her. She gives in finally, and lets out a giggle.
One of my friends told me once a story about when she was seven. She was swinging in her back yard, and singing to herself the song “This Little Light of Mine”. Mid-sentence a bumble bee flew into her mouth and caused her to choke. Priceless :)
a little insect floating around me while im outside sitting on the grass trying to read a book. buzzy noises. i usually always win a class spelling bee. believe!
I do so love mysteries! I also love that Laurie R.King gave Sherlock Holmes a wife! In her book “The Bee’s Keeper’s
Buzzy things, get pollen – possibly involved in some sort of bee conspiracy. Have wings. Dislike Paul Mcartney. Dying due to some sort of colony collapse disorder, or may be because they’re sick of people stealing their damn honey!
I´ve already wrote about this…
ThiS is an insect that provides us with honey. The bees have a great network system with each assigned with a specific task and role in their hierarchial system. They help in pollination but their sting could be fatal too. The colour of bees, yellow and black has given rise to a greT many designs and colour contrasts
A lot of human beings find bees to be frightening. They’re very small, but their sting can be deadly. What can be reassuring is the fact that bees die as a result of stinging a person.
I remmeber the first that I saw a bee. It was the summer of 1978,
. The first summer that I was away from my parents. It was a magical time full of unicorns and rainbows. I will never forget how that bee stung me and took away my innocence.
“Enough of this,” he thought to himself. “I’m acting like some pitiful worker bee. What I need is to snap out of this funk and get on with things. I should live my life more like the queen does.”
To bee or not to bee that the word thats buzzing around my mind. The hard worker of the insect world. Collecting pollen, making honey, holding up the world. Better than wasps. Wasps are cunts.
The bee was leaving his hive. The other bees didn’t like this idea. They knew the grey skies meant rain was sure to come. Henry, though, never worried about what the other bees thought. He did his own thing. He was positive that the Queen bee would one day notice him.
yellow and black
small
sting hurts
allergic
annoying sound
furry
all over in the summer
honey
eew
Once upon a time there was a bee who was lonely. Yes he was apart of a hive but all they wanted to do was work. He just wanted to stop and enjoy the roses with someone. One day he ventured off on his own and decided to live his life how he wanted. Instead of zipping around everything, he flew with the wind high and low. He watched the sun set and marveled at the moon.
I thought it was going to be a noodle. I was certain. Then, flying past mars and the moon on the way into a landing in a spring park in New Jersey, I understood that the Universe didn’t want pasta. The realization stung me like a bee, there, at the picnic, where no noodles were to be found.
i am a bee it’s my nickname from years i love the color but i don’t like the puncture they’re sometimes annoying but definitely beautiful and important for the environment
yellow, stinky, nature beautifull. Greek summer daytime. The sun is glowing in the sky. Flowers are yellow from the sun and bees fly allover.
So there I was, doing my best to look like anything but Winnie the Pooh, which, despite the red tee shirt is a lot easier than it sounds, when this great big bee lands on my nose, stares me in the eye, and just shakes his head before flying off. I think they might be onto me.
Hello, we’ve met before. You are small, and I am big, yet you invoke such extreme fear. Fascinated by your beautiful intricate wings, I want to hold you. But your venom is painful and your mission is key.
Buzz. I am a bee.
Yellow and black and winged and free.
Buzz. I am a bee.
Sting. You enemy.
Now you’re hurt and livid and mean.
Sting, You enemy.
Buzz. I am a bee.
Sting your enemy.
It buzzed in her face. She swatted it away, but it persisted. It wanted to taste her sweat. She didn’t want to be eaten so she ran, she ran towards the house.
honey, yellow, small, stings, mean, alergy, flower, hive, global lives, translation, marko popovic, costa coffee na terazijama, b92, jutarnji program, stefan goranovic, americki kutak.
same as wasp, stings, is yellow and black, has a stinger makes a buzzing noise, is seen in summer and near flowers ie pollen. there is a queen bee then theres worker bees who get honey for the queen bee to make honey.
I believe in humanity. I love everyone who loves lives. I simply want to be friend of any human. My aim is to reach up to people’s heart. Girish Joshi
You buzz about me, causing me to flinch, run, laugh, stumble. You’ve made me cry, and soar into the air only to land on the dirt pathway that leads to the sparkling blue water. You are the cause of the color in my life.
Bee exceptional :] buzz. Buzz the bee away in a tree. Where all is magical. Just you and me. Life is simple. Sip the sweet nectar from the flowers. Make honey. And fly in the blue sky.
“Bee” may be a name in elementary. It’s kinda nasty or even offensive. Believe me. Otherwise, it’s just a bug