Lollipop, lollipop, sucker so sweet.
Two do I have, I shall share with friend Pete.
Sitting in the park, under the trees.
Licking and sucking, never seeing the bees.
With a buzz, buzz, buzz, we noticed the sound.
Lifting our heads, we looked all around.
And what did we see, with astonishing eyes.
Swirling above, a swarm of great size.
Jumping to our feet, we did in a flash.
To make for the creek, in a maddening dash.
Tossed to the ground, our suckers did fall.
Off we scurried, not caring at all.
This way and that, we saw the bees search.
Never seeing us hiding, under that Birch.
Away they flew, as ticked as can be.
From our safe haven, we looked out to see.
Now safe and sound, we laughed at our plight.
No stings to our bodies, we had given no fight.
Back to the tree, we both looked around.
And saw our poor suckers, lying there on the ground.
We reclaimed our dear pops, with a groan and a frown.
Looking this way and that, we looked all around.
Plopping to the ground, our bottoms did drop.
In to our mouths, with dirt on each pop.
With a laugh and a chuckle, Pete smiled at me.
I returned his gesture, with a bright eyed glee.
So there we sat happily, sucking our pops.
The day couldn’t have been better, we both thought it was tops.