Silly Rules

This poem is for Project OpenBook, a community-built children’s book. Details below.

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It’s tough to see but I’m a bee.
I used to fly with my stinger free.
Until some bee, who could barely fly,
Hit a skunk and stung her thigh.
Now there’s a rule, a real hum-dinger:
All bees wear corks upon their stingers.

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You might think it’s bunk but I’m a skunk.
Used to make magic — boy, I stunk!
Until some skunk took a snooze near a hive.
Due to the stench, the bees barely survived.
Now there’s a rule, who would have guessed,
Skunks can’t do what we do best.
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Written by Phil Haussler.

Illustrated by Brad Sneed.

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