Overalls Full of Bees
Pa put on his denim pride,
But didn’t check what buzzed inside.
He hollered once and did a jig,
That made the preacher lose his wig.
Granny chased him with a mop,
While Ma yelled, “Jeb, just let ’em pop!”
Lou tried ice, but slipped and flew,
Landed in the coop–now clucks on cue.
The bees formed ranks beneath his britches,
Declared the pants their hive of riches.
We tried to hose him in the yard,
But bees don’t yield, they guard real hard.
He danced through town with sting and shout,
Now tourists pay to watch him flout.
So check your pants before you strut,
Or bees might claim your denim hut.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on July 30, 2023 by Alan Nafzger