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A bumblebee once stung me.

It hurt, and I ran fast.

My mom bandaged me, bound my wound.

I felt better at last.

I stole a piece of candy.

It hurt, just like that bee.

I tried to hide—my heart hurt so!

Something was wrong with me.

My older brother found me

And saw the wrapper there—

He knew I stole the lollipop

I wanted at the fair.

He blessed me and he hugged me,

He took me back to pay.

I paid the man, apologized,

And was so glad that day.