Here is one of the other,

Still not farther,

We are so full of lather,

We cannot see the father, neither the mother,

You do what you see,

At the end, there is a hefty fee,

In innocence lies the key,

I presume very few now see, other than me.

The yellow 🐝 bee,

Is my G (gravity)

Trying to invade my heart,

Wearing a mighty yellow shirt,

Is it that I am full of happiness and fun,

It too is, after finding the bun.