Not Again by Hussein Kinoko
I remember I saw a flowery tree with a hive hanging.
A golden Jelly of honey was draining down to the ground and it caught me up.
I went for it with no caution that bees might sting me, I showed my face barely and I got stung badly. I swear not again
Bees seemed polite, humble and gentle. I gave my beautiful hand for them to land, bees are painted with black and yellow stripes, the bees are beautiful indeed but very grievous. I swear not again
It hurts when you get Stung and you never tasted their Honey, that’s devastating.
But sometimes it’s better you get stung and taste the honey, that’s teaching.
I swear not again.