Hear ye, hear ye, of Mr. Galvin’s plight, A woeful tale of pain and stinging spite. A bee, with stinger sharp as any glaive, Did strike his nose, and him to pain enslave.
Verily, the pain didst pierce his skin so fair, And with a cry, he did grasp his nose with care. A red and swelling mark didst soon appear, A token of the bee’s most brutal spear.
Fie upon fell Bee, with his striped coat so bright, That did assail the nose of Mr. Galvin in the light! Mayhap ’twas a warning, or a jest most unkind, To strike the nose, where senses are most aligned.
Thus let this be a lesson, to all who do stray, Beware the Bee, with his stinger’s deadly sway. For though he may seem small, his power is great, And Mr. Galvin’s nose doth bear the weight.
Yeah, that’s a nice picture. I like yours too! Is it Legolas?