FAIRYDUST

Flight of a bumblebee, impossible they say.
A little too heavy to take off that way.
Its body's too large, its wings so small.
Reality, it shouldn't be flying at all.
Yet there he is buzzing all day,
Dusting flowers in his indomitable way.
Usurping science as each day, he flies,
Sifting for nectar, he might ponder why!
The interest in his day is so high.