An exhausted bee lit on my knee
and stared directly at me.
Then he said,
“I think it best
if I have a rest
before I take off again.
As you surely must know,
I help living things grow.”
Then, after a pause, he asked,
“What is it you do?”
I thought of my days
and the odd, random ways
I had spent them all.
Then I seemed to recall
a once earnest dream
and how true it might seem.
I replied to the bee,
“Oh, me? I’m a pediatrician.
So you see, friendly bee,
I, just like you,
help things grow up too.”
I don’t know why
I told that lie.
I just couldn’t admit
for employment I’m unfit
even though he seemed to me
a very understanding bee.