There is something in common Between me and you You are eating your honey I'm eating your honey too However Your honey is still in the hive It will not ferment or go bad But when your honey becomes mine I add yeast and water They become more wonderful Still a hint of sweetness But intoxicating honey wine So on this very Christmas day You are the same as usual You eat honey Contracting wing muscles to emit heat Warmth that you will all share Is it snowing outside? You really will not care I'm the same as in another day I add your sweetness to my coffee But I am always worried Can you girls live to the next year Actually You always have hope Because spring is ahead of you With flowers of rosemary or sage As to me Ahead are loneliness and old age Never mind, I will toast to you With a glass of honey wine Merry Christmas Dear furry friends of mine Spring will be back soon In April, when the walleye return to Maumee River There will be many flowers There will be the lost times And in my heart the wound They all wait for your proboscis That sweet thing, to pick and to mend **Written on Christmas of 2021
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