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Humble B. Bumble : 34. Time to bee invited to Honeycombe

 
The news of Blues-Bee’s demise had far reaching effects.  
The worms had disappeared deep underground  
And the fleas had all fled.  
Harmony was going to bee restored,  
To the happy place it was a long time before.  
This was nice to hear for a Bee who was far away,  
For he had already lived through The Hive Wars.  
 
 
He happened to overhear a conversation about a bee one day.  
His name was Heroshima and he knew of Humble’s hive.  
He heard how it had been attacked and was almost destroyed,  
But fortunately The Queen had survived.  
Blues-Bee had hired a group of dirty rats,  
But try as they might the bees never succumbed to the attack.  
 
 
One night Heroshima said this bee has been through enough;  
Bring him to me.  His hive is welcome to move in with us.  
There is plenty of space, so make haste with the messengers.  
Go find this Humble B. Bumble, wherever he is, never mind the danger.  
 
 
Tell him about us and tell him he should come to bee with us soon  
And he will bee welcomed always into Honeycombe.  
So bees were sent out and eventually Humble was found.  
He didn’t want to go; he wanted to go home,  
But the bees were insistent and gave Humble a crown.  
This is a sign of our loyalty to you.  
Come live with us in Honeycombe as a King; you can start anew.  
Your Hive are all welcome to join us too.  
 
 
Humble took the crown and said thank you friend.  
We will take a look around  
And then placed the crown on Bee Bee’s head.  
I guess this belongs to you, Love.  
Oh no sir, it is yours.  You have been so good.  
You are to bee made a King and you may choose your Queen.  
I have no need for a title; I already have all that I need with Bee Bee.  
 
 
Then neither do I said Bee Bee throwing it away.  
But sir!  But maam!  You have no idea what that crown is worth!  
We have no wish to rule your domain anyway.  
Let all bee’s bee equal and rise from the dirt.  
 
 
You shouldn’t bee throwing it around.  
It is made from the finest honey.  
Then you can have it, take the crown,  
I already have my honey, buddy.  
Humble held Bee Bees hand and said lead the way…  
 
I will just fetch the crown first sir.  Ok?  
 
 
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Written by AaHarvey
Published | Edited 2nd Dec 2020
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