Cosmo and the bees

Jutting from an island

Smoking out the bees

Looking for the dark sand

Searching from the trees

Cosmo made a record

Spun it in the wind

He held a bee upon his sword

And they guessed that he had sinned

Then I saw a massive ship

That sailed above the ground

Then put a vow on Cosmo’s lip

And the bees they swarmed around

From the crowd there gazed a lady

Her fashion was divine

Loosely clothed and shady

She had followed them to dine

Then the baker lit a fire

That smoked into the day

They offered unto their desire

And the bees they flew away


© Sean P. Ransom

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Sean P. Ransom

I have grown up around music and realise it's universality. I aim to enable as many individuals to come together in peace throughout the world. I have specialist knowledge and feel driven towards the pursuit of fun and happiness.

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