They are abuzz amongst little ones
The birds and the bees, that nestle in their curiosity in-tense
How they figure out to how babies are made
Is it how the bee stings the bird and the foundation laid?
how they do the rounds like a Chinese whisper
if the little bird bursting with news could twitter
when the mother finds it a wee-bit embarrassing
answering the questions of the tiny, a tad taxing
how can the little one know the little secret
like a cat on the wall, it’s a game on an edgy parapet
Is it to so sacred to be kept in the shrine
Or way too dirty, to be dusted away as grime?
The birds, the bees, the buzz about the mating game
How a child wonders about its birth, is it such a shame?
Yet we shy away, shirk from owning
And instead pull the stork in, as the divine doing
So what goes loud and around their world
Is S*x being the F-word,
They grow up, ever daring to venture into the forbidden
Like a growing malaise, they erupt from the hidden
if only SEX had not been about birds ‘n’ bees;
the truth in the open to share
the evil of the other-half knowledge,
would it have been the darkest to scare?
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