Bug Love

Butterfly and Bee went out on a date
Last Tuesday, ‘round about eight.

She had the milkweed, medium rare.
He had the pollen, with nectar to spare.

They chatted and giggled till Wednesday morning.
Their wee bug heads with love thoughts a’swarming.

Butterfly liked little Bee’s manners and tact.
Bee liked the look of her fine thorax.

Bee invited Butterfly to his hive for tea.
Turns out she was pregnant by five thirty.

By Thursday afternoon, all twelve had arrived.
Bee held his larvae and beamed with pride.

This particular species was unique, you see.
They had wings that stung and were called Butterbees.

Come Friday, Butterfly was well again
Having recovered quite quickly, her wingspan regained.

She and Bee taught their brood right away how to fly.
They listened with upright and eager antennae.

On Saturday Butterfly and Bee retired
To their bug hive and, I’m sorry to say, expired.

By Sunday their Butterbees had ventured out on their own
To find dates for themselves and a place to call home.

Butterfly and Bee would be proud to know
That their Butterbees were out conquering the bug world alone.