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Please save our bees,
Their honey helps us, when throats are sore.
We need more,
Honey is the cure.
The liquid is a yummy gold.
Lots of it gets sold.
The treasure of the bees
I once had seen a seagull
Out in the sky
Above the ocean waters
It doth fly
Gliding in the air
Looking for it's prey
Diving in the water
As a fish crossed it's way
Then away it flew
The Earth, our home, was once so beautiful,
Tall trees, deep seas with air so fresh and clean;
Sun rise, clear skies this place was yet youthful,
