What Am I? I’m snatched up From the pile Of hollow shells Just like me. My toes get warm As I stand alone, Next my belly, Last my head. I’m heavy now With warm sweetness A cap is twisted On my head We’re standing now All in rows Like soldiers In formation Heee heee, That tickles! A label is mashed On my tummy. I’ve filled many of these when I was a commercial beekeeper. I would tease my husband by giggling and pretending the honeybears were laughing when I put the labels on their tummies. © 2011 by Janice D. Green