Let me tell you the story
Of a pomegranate flower and a honey bee
The honey bee was flying by
The bloom had flowered recently
It could not resist the pretty orange
And it the buzzing bee
They met then, and the flower swayed
And the bee danced the dance
That was how the pomegranate and honey bee romanced
As always the dance got over, the bloom wilted
And far away flew the bee
And as always their love left behind a legacy
The bloom turned into a fruit, the bee made nectar too
One could not judge which was sweeter
The pomegranate or the honey