Gracing the garden in stealth
With but a droning buzz nearby
Bumbling, stumbling along
No planned flight path clear
Big and black, and unconcerned
A menacing assumed visage
Yet with gregarious disposition
And determined nectar dosage
A curious notion how you fly
Your size so great, wings small
Floundering about the blossoms
The plants so dense and tall
A messenger of summertime
Your company is welcomed here
That the flowers always bloom
And the garden is bountiful