The Moon was the first wild thing to follow me home.
"Mother, may I keep him?"
"Her, dear, and
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I kissed a bee, but she didn't like it.
I pulled away and she did too,
Stinging my mouth, thoroughly disapproved.
My eyes stung, my lip did too.
Then I thought, that if she tried,
But instead suddenly grew to my size,
I too, would have cried.
I pulled away and she did too,
Stinging my mouth, thoroughly disapproved.
My eyes stung, my lip did too.
Then I thought, that if she tried,
But instead suddenly grew to my size,
I too, would have cried.