It happened in Alameda
The softening of my fear
I thought it would never happen
But, that it did is quite clear
My fear of bees seemed always there
From early on I was stung
On camping trips and playgrounds, too
Hundreds of them while still young
It's not so practical to run
Whenever a bee is near
Today, I don't, not usually
But still don't like when they're near
Our new yard has wisteria
On screens and fences it's hung
Bees love it, going in and out
Of each cluster one by one
They want the pollen, nothing more
Their noise won't sting me with fear
I'm not afraid! I know their buzz
Just means "Honey, please stand clear!"
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