Not Again by Hussein Kinoko

I remember I saw a flowery tree with a hive hanging.
A golden Jelly of honey was draining down to the ground and it caught me up.I went for it with no caution that bees might sting me, I showed my face barely and I got stung badly. I swear not again
Bees seemed polite, humble and gentle. I gave my beautiful hand for them to land, bees are painted with black and yellow stripes, the bees are beautiful indeed but very grievous. I swear not again
It hurts when you get Stung and you never tasted thei