the sons7 still wait, we with empty plate could the sons be one key, to change from a bee 2 choices stand out, both with some doubt 7 days in a week, still sons we need tweak sons assume small, does hour answer the call 7 hours in a day, a full trading day at play or should minutes we stare, to fill up the square for it may not matter, possibly chatter for those in the know, kindly will show?
Oh looke here, is this not queer What a fun shape, it is not a grape Is it a hook, for sure not in book But never we know, when price to will go The box is for this, not for to miss Where it can go, and then maybe slow If it does stop, and then not do drop Odds it go way, from the shape of today
7even Sons are the core, and were mentioned before To find them one must, raise up little dust When they are out, examine and shout All then will see, what it is does the bee Now again we looke, is that yellow bee Did you hear chime, he there all the time But now that you see, easy it be For why strain the eye, as might get a sty Is that someone new, that looks like it grew From the top of the hill, down then came Jill The bee he doth see, both with keen eye it be For when they are near, it is time to cheer
Well hullabaloo, we now have the blue He is the one, where it all begun Important he be, for the buzy bee As lots of the time, he is the chime When one do see, blue on his knee Good be it for sure, that you might have cure When bee he go down, he may turn around If not then the box, will have saved the socks If more I do give, Iâm afraid of the sieve So thatâs it for now, as plenty to chow Look and do see, that you must see the bee For if you do not, then you are a bot Remember this, what you do is bliss No matter what think, it won't be in ink So when bet is on, be quick to be gone Back in is just got, small comm from the lot
Shaggy dog on above, write down what you love Numbers they be, what you do see When you have down, you will see you no clown For all think it hard, but it is like lard BUT - just in case some old fool, think this the tool It is but the small, of many so tall Fow when you do see, the small yellow bee You must be aware, of where he been there So this is just snip, not top of the tip But it is some art, to make a good start For like all paint you see, that do indeed glee What matters the best, is what's under the rest
I have drawn four more, to even the score But password will be, to open you see If one do get, then maybe the bet Will show what might be, for buzy bee
oh no here we go, with more riddles and rhymes a pox be on thee, (not really i'm lyin) these boxes intrigue, one needs to admit twould be the more gleefull, if could make them fit a question of boxes, of lines and of you is top of YOUR box, most commonly blue
Some say that inside, can be a tough ride Outside you see, draws the crowd round the tree Very few know, that all is a show For the tree it is bare, no fruit for to share Not matter it much, like or the such If one use the box, to keep on the socks What one must see, that many buzy bee Do stick the tongue then, depending on when Many type bee, are there to see One must decide, what pick they which hive It should be now clear, as a fish on a spear The one for the money, is the one with most honey
Might be my last post, for a while not be host Buzy I bee, so fly away me For those who do doubt, not think it much clout The box you can see, with any currency No matter what trade, the box can be made To see what goes on, and thus sing the song Main point is this, all is not bliss For always the box, will keep you your socks
Some they do try, so I will not be sly When construct box, one must not get lost Inside you see, and arrow there be They are what make, the make or the break So practice you will, and do not sit still Take up the wee pen, now and again For no easy way, to get there some day So keep on your socks, and draw fucking box Ample give I, for those with one eye If no move on, then be no song No more will I give, less I get a spiv For others do glare, and remind me not bear I say OK, for we show today But the tip of the top, but good place to stop And think before act, less you make a pact With the monkeys you see, for they are not me So that now be it, no more will I spit Enough is before, all who will try more If you no see, that the box needs a bee Then I will now say, from trade you walk away No easy job, to make a few bob Work it is hard, but as soft as lard When you do see, the box and the bee You then a sleuth, NY speaks the truth Bye - Bye