BEES
My family is a bunch of bees.
We look innocent and harnless,
But when necessary we will use our stingers.
My mother is the Queen Bee,
She makes all the important decisions in our hive.
My two sisters are always busy,
Between school, sports or work.
Me, im a purple bee,
With stripes going the wrong way.
I don't always please the queen
And like to buzz my own way
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