Taking Chances

The bumble bee sits in my hand And look, he does not quiver While sweet Olivia's childish look As though an animated book Approaches a curious shiver.

But Grammy, if he stings me now Won't that really, really hurt me? And make me really, really mad (Her face is growing long and sad) At every single humble bumble bee?

It's hard to say, my little one

You'll know when you are ready Until that time, back up and wait With trusting eyes and spaghetti gait, She moves back slow and steady.

You see, my precious, bumble bees, Not built for fright or flight, Are here to bring us wonder and astound

And had they never taken on

that daring chance at flight,

they surely would have never left the ground.

I know one day with daring heart In a scary grown-up land

You'll feel the need to take that chance

And allow some bumble bee to dance

In the palm of your trusting hand.

The chances you take are included in life's great plan.