Bumbling.
Bees we are, a little and some lot Trying to meet some of our own sort. Met a bee once, on a fine fair day "Hey, this is my name", I smile and say. Hobbies and likes and all sun and dry Convos covered with nothing left to pry. I say, "I'm not here to stay And what about you, if I may?" He goes, "But I ain't here just for a day Unlike some, I'm not here to play" With a swift left swish, he goes abuzz Leaving me with A smug grin and 'God! What a wuss'. Well, yes this was tumbling... And with it will follow the mumbling... But Even if the night comes ahead rumbling, That's what it is to be Bumbling.