over the mountain top. There once lived a bear that lived next to a hare that liked to wiggle and jiggle his bot. One day the bee went for a fly with a big fat sigh, the bee met a snake by the lake under some logs he met a dog. The snake and the dog gave a laugh hello little bee I can see you are going somewhere, where should that be none of your bees wax said the bee oh please tell me I will like to hear, fine I’m going to a party with a bear, a bear what is that, is he short like you or can he fly like a bat? I am not short and he can’t  fly, I must be on my way so I bid you good bye. The bee carried on with a song until he came up to a tree with a monkey with prickly hair. The monkey said please share your honey you black and yellow bee, please can you share your honey with me. No there is honey in the shop and if you are going to buy some you better buy a pot, any way I am going to a party with Claire. Who is Claire? My friend the bear, good bye I am going to be late and they are going to shut the gate. The bee went further without a doubt then he heard a big fat shout, what is the matter said the bee. I am lonely

would you like to have tea with me. Sorry I can’t I am very near I am having a party with a bear. Ooh does he have sharp teeth and like meat, if he does, he is just like me.  He does not have or like any of those things and his favourite food is mice in tin. I am glad I am not a mouse I could be eaten with Pringles but I still wish I was not single. Good bye I have got to go Merry Christmas and stay low. The bee carried on until he saw a big furry creature with shark tale jaws. It can’t be, oh no it is my imaginary friend the bear. I might be a genie, I might be a fairy but all I know I have turned into dairy (crunch crunch) bees might give you a sting but they are my favourite din.
The bee and the bear