It doesn’t really rhyme, but at least its mine

There was a merry beekeeper,
a wanderer, that went buzzing-by.
for ever doing her tumble-dance,
A jumble-fore, a passer-by.
a-roving as a petal does,
on the wind you could hear,
Her fumble-roar and mumble-song.
She ambled over meadow-land,
Where yellow grows the marigold.
She went and fought the hornets nest,
Of gumble-shore, and vanquished them.
She danced with the dumble-dores,
And heard the sunny Humble-mores,
Sing and tell their chumble-lores.
she asked a handsome honey bee,
that rumbled by to marry her.
She saved the golden bumble-hive,
And sticky sweet she came tumbling home,
Where she sits upon the bumble-throne,
Made of leaves and honey-comb.
And lightly on her head,
rests the brilliant bumble-crown
Of chrysanthemums and daffodils.