The Tree of Idioms and the Tree of Bees

In a garden of green,

There were two trees:

The left had idioms,

And the right had bees.

Wendy grabbed with her hands,

And pushed up with her knees.

And jumped up the left,

Which all worked a treat.

Until she reached the top,

And felt under the weather.

And she fell from her perch,

Like a leaden bird’s feather.

She hit the ground below,

And cried out, ‘Ouch! Ow! Hello?’

But no one heard her crying,

Or if they did they were too slow:

To add injury to injury,

She barked up the right tree…

Oh, no. Bees.