The Proud Bumblebee [aka A Children's
Play] Though I could simply bow my head, And mope and moan and cry. Though I could look to high heaven And ask Almighty, "Why?" Though I could watch the eagle
as... It gracefully glides by, Or
heed the smartest scientists, Who say I should not
try. Since I am the Proud Bumblebee, I spread my wings and fly, And just like those most gracefully birds, I too, soar through, the sky!
Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.
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