Silly Rules

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.

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.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.

This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

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