By Isabelle Thomas, age 8, Illinois
Sweet and sticky, golden and yummy,
I’m a beehive, full of honey.
I start with a flower, soft and pretty;
The bees pick me up and take me to their colony.
They mix me up so funny; I churn to sweet honey.
The beekeeper comes then to ooze me out;
I drip into bottles, packed to be laid out.
There comes one day a chubby little girl,
Who eyes me hungrily and dances a merry whirl.
Her dad pays the money; off I go in a haste,
Where at home she spreads me on a toast, so crispy and so tasty.
She takes a big bite into her hungry tummy
And deliciously smiles, “This is really yummy.”
