In a garden of West Yorkshire
Lived a great big bumble bee.
He buzzed around the flower beds
And he buzzed around the tree.
He buzzed around the compost bin
And then he popped inside.
“Oh, what a gorgeous home for me!
The perfect place to hide!”
He told his brothers of this place,
And told his sisters too.
The ones he didn’t tell, of course,
Were only me and you.
The summer sun shone on his bin
But sometimes also rain,
But the bumble bee and all his friends
Went in and out again.
They loved the place they called their home
And had their families -
And now we’ve named our compost bin
The Palace of the Bees.
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