If I buzzed about in blooms,
I’d chat with friends in rosy rooms.
I’d sip from fragrant purple buds
in polka-dotted pollen duds.
I’d soar among the hollyhocks
and snuggle into frilly frocks.
I’d make a sticky honey brew
that’d flow like sunshine’s golden hue.
And then I’d rest beneath a bell
where perfumed dreams would cast their spell.
Peace to you precious prairie people.
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