The thing about Alaskan bees is
They’re not like your kind,
Up here, you see, their honey freezes,
So in hives you’ll find:
Ice-cream swirls instead of wax
And blossom bright sorbets
Chunks of fudge and choc-ice stacks
In stripy bee sundaes
What’s more, since there’s no honeycomb
Exploring paws don’t stick,
Just open up the chilly dome
For hungry bears to lick!
And wow, the walls are wafer wrapped
Around the inner cold,
It’s like a giant waffle cone
For lucky cubs to hold!
And yep that’s how strange dessert fame
Came to our humble wood,
For sure, our bees they are to blame
For Baked Alaska pud!
Poem ©2013 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustrations ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo
They’re not like your kind,
Up here, you see, their honey freezes,
So in hives you’ll find:
Ice-cream swirls instead of wax
And blossom bright sorbets
Chunks of fudge and choc-ice stacks
In stripy bee sundaes
What’s more, since there’s no honeycomb
Exploring paws don’t stick,
Just open up the chilly dome
For hungry bears to lick!
And wow, the walls are wafer wrapped
Around the inner cold,
It’s like a giant waffle cone
For lucky cubs to hold!
And yep that’s how strange dessert fame
Came to our humble wood,
For sure, our bees they are to blame
For Baked Alaska pud!
Poem ©2013 Laura Louise Stewart
Illustrations ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo
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