A butterfly alighted gently on a flower.
Along came a honeybee who had the same desire.
Sir!, said she,"did you not see I reached this blossom first?"
"I did", said he, "but why can't we surfeit our nectar thirst?"
"Because",said she, "you must agree its but a tiny bloom."
"Its when I drink, I flap my wings....there isn't any room!"
"Perhaps your right" and then took flight and hovered noisily.
She then looked up, then said, "good luck!"...so veraciously.