steve1958
Drone Bee
- Joined
- Jul 13, 2009
- Messages
- 1,068
- Reaction score
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- Location
- Hampshire UK
- Hive Type
- National
- Number of Hives
- 5
There was once a beeman named Mr Buzz.
Mr Buzz.lived in a cottage with his wife and children.
They had a cow, a cat, two canaries, three goldfish, five bee-hives,
And a hundred and fifty thousand bees!
Everyday the bees worked hard.
They flew from flower to flower.
They took nectar back to the hives and made the honey.
They were as busy as bees.
Everyday Mr Buzz and his family worked hard too.
Mr Buzz took the honey from the hives.
Mrs Buzz put it into honey-pots.
Master Buzz made labels for the honey-pots.
Miss Buzz stuck them on.
One morning Mr Buzz was working in the garden.
He was making a new bee-hive.
Suddenly he saw a terrible thing.
Some of the bees were in a swarm, and they were flying away.
When bees fly off in a swarm, they almost never come back.
Mr Buzz knew this.
“The bees are buzzing off”! he cried.
So then Mr Buzz and his family put on their bee-hats and their bee-gloves,
Picked up a bee-basket,
And went chasing after the bees.
The bees flew down the road.
A postman was riding by on his bike.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little rascals,” the postman said.
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew over a farmer’s field,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike
All chasing after.
The farmer and his dog were in the field.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little scamps”, the farmer said
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew by the river,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
All chasing after.
A fisherman with his rod and line was sitting on the bank.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little devils,” the fisherman said.
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew past the village school,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line
All chasing after.
The teacher and the children were in the playground.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little beasts,” the teacher said.
“We will help you catch them!”
The bees flew by the village church
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school
All chasing after.
A wedding group was standing on the steps.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little scallywags,” the bride said.
“We will help you catch them!”
The bees flew up the road,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school,
and the bride and groom,
and wedding guests and bridesmaids from the church
All chasing after.
Suddenly Mr Buzz saw where the bees were going.
“Those bees are not buzzing off!” he cried.
“They are buzzing back again!”
And so they were –
Straight back into the new hive that Mr Buzz had made.
Then everyone said
“The little rascals!”
“The little scamps!”,
“The little devils!”
“The little beasts!”
“The little scallywags!”
After that Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school,
and the bride and groom,
and wedding guests and bridesmaids from the church
all sat down in the garden and had honey for tea.
“Our bees made this,” said Mr Buzz
As he passed the honey-pots around.
And everyone said….
“The little angels!”
The End
Story written by Allan Ahlberg.
Part of the Puffin Books Happy Families collection
Mr Buzz.lived in a cottage with his wife and children.
They had a cow, a cat, two canaries, three goldfish, five bee-hives,
And a hundred and fifty thousand bees!
Everyday the bees worked hard.
They flew from flower to flower.
They took nectar back to the hives and made the honey.
They were as busy as bees.
Everyday Mr Buzz and his family worked hard too.
Mr Buzz took the honey from the hives.
Mrs Buzz put it into honey-pots.
Master Buzz made labels for the honey-pots.
Miss Buzz stuck them on.
One morning Mr Buzz was working in the garden.
He was making a new bee-hive.
Suddenly he saw a terrible thing.
Some of the bees were in a swarm, and they were flying away.
When bees fly off in a swarm, they almost never come back.
Mr Buzz knew this.
“The bees are buzzing off”! he cried.
So then Mr Buzz and his family put on their bee-hats and their bee-gloves,
Picked up a bee-basket,
And went chasing after the bees.
The bees flew down the road.
A postman was riding by on his bike.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little rascals,” the postman said.
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew over a farmer’s field,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike
All chasing after.
The farmer and his dog were in the field.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little scamps”, the farmer said
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew by the river,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
All chasing after.
A fisherman with his rod and line was sitting on the bank.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little devils,” the fisherman said.
“I will help you catch them!”
The bees flew past the village school,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line
All chasing after.
The teacher and the children were in the playground.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little beasts,” the teacher said.
“We will help you catch them!”
The bees flew by the village church
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school
All chasing after.
A wedding group was standing on the steps.
“The bees are buzzing off”! cried Mr Buzz.
“The little scallywags,” the bride said.
“We will help you catch them!”
The bees flew up the road,
With Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school,
and the bride and groom,
and wedding guests and bridesmaids from the church
All chasing after.
Suddenly Mr Buzz saw where the bees were going.
“Those bees are not buzzing off!” he cried.
“They are buzzing back again!”
And so they were –
Straight back into the new hive that Mr Buzz had made.
Then everyone said
“The little rascals!”
“The little scamps!”,
“The little devils!”
“The little beasts!”
“The little scallywags!”
After that Mr Buzz and his family,
and the postman on his bike,
and the farmer with his dog,
and the fisherman with his rod and line,
and the teacher and the children from the school,
and the bride and groom,
and wedding guests and bridesmaids from the church
all sat down in the garden and had honey for tea.
“Our bees made this,” said Mr Buzz
As he passed the honey-pots around.
And everyone said….
“The little angels!”
The End
Story written by Allan Ahlberg.
Part of the Puffin Books Happy Families collection