It is likened to a frantic run of sixteenth notes on violin;
Signifying the close of an opera scene;
Recognizable for its fleeting melody;
Testing musician's instrumental virtuosity;
They have said that it could not be;
Flight is not possible aerodynamically;
With tiny wings for its bombus body;
It does not have the degree of 'wing loading' necessary.
Yet, successfully, it could frolic through the air;
Foraging on flowers, looking for nectar;
Not having a fuss about math and science;
Lifted up by the power of its own ignorance.
So I say:
Fly, bumblebee, fly;
Flap your tiny wings and soar to the sky;
Be the prince that you are, and catch up with the ship on the sea;
Look! Is that Tsar Saltan I see?
Inspiration Point
(26.09.08)
