we were five years old
the three of us sixty years ago
so, who would remember that day
when we buried Bumblebee
yes, the Bumblebee
the one we tied to a string
she flew until we crushed her to death
and buried in a matchbox
soon a Sparrow kept her company
we found him asleep and shriveled up
he barely fit in a cigarette box
who would have thought of the Bumblebee
and the sleeping Sparrow, had we not buried Peter today
if Peter is alive, he would deny that was a Bumblebee
I know he would say it was a green beetle and an asleep Sparrow