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I used to go there when I was little
When the bumble bee was bright
A yellow little fellow
Now he's lost his light
The darkest night
The brightest day
Draw the shades
it's all the same
Two small dresses full of treasure
I think here I could stay
Broke the latch and left it hanging
Don't think the keep will mind
No one there to make repairs
The perfect place to hide.

The buzzy bee


By Alexandra (Year 6)

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