Author John Kenyon The bees, Sir, wont sting you; then why this ado? And for honey—they'll never make honey of you— They're too wise to select such a flavourless fellow; At least—if intent upon Attica mella. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments