Suppose the world
was all full of bees.
There'd be buzzing and bumbling
in all of the trees.
A bandanna wearing buffalo
would play a banjo tune,
while Belugas and baboons
blow bubbles at the moon.
And an itty-bitty baby bear
hip-hops and bops in his chair
while a badger, none too soon,
plays a big, long, black bassoon.
Oh life would reveal so many mysteries
if the world was filled with all these B's.
I think the summer heat is getting to me. It was 107 again today, and can you guess what the predicted temperature is for tomorrow? This poem is a riff on the letter B, can you pick your own letter and write a poem with lots of that letter? Have fun.