My husband works as a bee
And he doesn't see even me.
It hurts me very murch,
He says:"You mustn't be such!
If I lose only one day,
We'll not have any holiday,
We'll sell honey
And make money."

Bees sting me many times,
But I create rhymes about them,
They find me everywhere
And I can't hind anywhere.

I have a daughter Ann,
She is a good man.
Ann work very hard,
She is very smart.