Although I am very scared of bees, I still have love for them. I love my surroundings when they are full of flowers, I love butterflies dancing over them, I love the sound of buzzing bees.

But, there come the thieves!

The flower thieves!
The enemies,
Of nature and bees!
They pluck the flowers
When others are asleep!

Oh! How I dislike these—
The flower thieves!
Rob the surrounding
Of colours and scent!
And it all unpleasant!

How to catch these—
The nature thieves!
With them so insensitive,
How will they hear
The bees’ pleas?