That tree in the back

So there I sat admiringly,

Neath the fragrant apple tree,

When I, yes I, oh my, oh me,

Felt the sting of a bumble bee,

It hurt so bad, oh gosh, oh gee,

I said to bee, I didn’t hurt thee,

If you must inflict an injury, please do it to an enemy.

He buzzed in bee-full harmony.

You aren’t getting my apple honey,

And  if you hang around to see

If you can find my treasury,

You’ll feel my sting, regretfully,

So leave my tree, go joyously,

I was impressed, so painfully,

I vowed I’d not go near that tree