Grow
My sister and me
Melissa is her name
It means honey bee in Greek
Sweet she can be
But a big bee that stings
Usually to me when I bother her
Though it’s less and less in the years
Now she’s a sweet honey bee
I’m a bear
Big and hairy
Tall as I can be
She’s a bee
Sweet and funny
We’re inspirable you see
I miss her sometimes when’s away
Studying how to be an independent bee
I’m here in my little cave waiting for my honey bee
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