It comes as no coincidence
That there are frequent incidents
Of mistaking the identity
Of one or other Bumble Bee
They Buzz alike and are striped alike
Their wings - and the way they fly, alike
Their habits too are similar
Moving from Stock to Rose to Primula
Though it causes great confusion
The Bumbles in their profusion
Roll out of the Bumble Bee factory
Resembling each other exactly
It sets my mind to spinning
To think that in the beginning
A single Bumble prototype
Means all future Bees look alike
So next when in your garden
Say 'I beg your Pardon'
And ask one Bumble or another
'Is that you, or is that your brother?'
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