A Dozen Reasons

Inside my hive

There are wasps

Making honey.

One

--Two

--Three eyes to see divintity.

The bumble bees

Are out stinging

Like soldiers.

Four

--Five

--Six-pence for the lot.

The butterflies are

Eating holes in

My shirts.

Seven

--Eight

--Nine-inch nails in my coffin.

Outside the moths

Are fluttering into

Children’s nets.

Ten

--Eleven

--Twelve makes a dozen.