OK, here's my first crack at it. jon Eulogy to a Bee J. M. Strother I saw a bee upon a tree and alas, the bee saw me. The bee, so it seems, was full of dreams, Of grandeur, fame and fortune. You will agree, it's best to flee, but alas, was not to be. Like an arrow to heart of sparrow, She flew to my misfortune. She beamed with glee. But the wee victory did quickly flee. Her sad eulogy will simply be: Had no sense of proportion.

 
~jon
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