A, Bee, C

A factory of workers in

The thick gooey castle

With sweet delicate chambers

Full of potential and growth

The fairies of the forest

Sprinkle their magical dust

On the growing children

Brought to them by miniature soldiers

The kaleidoscope of aromas

Greets them with a pleasant smell

Merrily catching the breeze

To deliver for them to find a path

Their fuzzy furry bodies travel

Far and wide to serve their purpose

To bring joy and pain

To those who take care and make fun of them

Their tiny little wings stir up the world

Full-time doctors to help in birth

Of the tiny little children we see today

Returning to their white withered home