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

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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