Honey

Johnny Did, the business kid,
Was all ‘bout makin’ money.
He set out to catch some bees
So he could sell their honey.

He caught one with his right hand,
One with his left hand, too.
But then he had a problem
And did not know what to do.

“If only I had extra hands,
Or a bag or jar or box.”
Then he had a bright idea:
He’d put them in his socks.

The kid socked bees away until
His socks could hold no more.
Then he found he faced the same
Old problem as before.

“Where to put my buzzing catch?
I should ask a cat.”
A nearby cat called out to him,
“Put ‘em in your hat.”

Johnny did, but sure enough,
Soon his hat was full.
“I’m out of ideas,” he said,
“I guess I’ll ask that bull.”

The bull he meant was very close,
But slowly walking south.
It stared at him and blinked then said,
“Put ‘em in your mouth.”

Johnny filled his mouth with bees,
Until his mouth was stuffed.
Then he thought —but didn’t say—
“This should be enough.”

When Johnny Did was walking home,
He passed another kid.
She looked at him, then smiled and said,
“Hey there, Johnny Did.”

Her smile was so pretty 
That it made him want to shout.
But once his lips were parted,
A whole swarm of bees flew out.

The bees they buzzed around the girl,
Whose name was Jenny Will.
Jenny didn’t run or scream,
Just smiled and stood still.

When they were gone, she walked on too,
And Johnny watched her go.
He felt a funny feeling, 
What it was he didn’t know.

His heart it was aflutter,
His skin was tingling …
Did the kid just fall in love,
Or take too many stings?

One of a handful of poems about Johnny Did, the Business Kid.