To Bee or Not to Bee

When I was young,
And mom decreed,
"Be anything you want to be!"

I thought and thought,
until I knew,
The destiny that I would choose.

"When I grow up!"
I proudly said,
"I'll be no man, but Bee instead!"

My mom just laughed,
My pappa frowned,
But mom told him "He'll come around".

But I built wings,
and striped my shirt,
And buzzed around until it hurt.

It was the day
I climbed a tree
That ma and pa had a talk with me.

"Ok", they said,
"We told you wrong.
'Be anything', was a bit too strong."

"Although you can
be what you want.
You must not fly, or sting your aunt."

I've grown up now,
and clipped my wings.
They always were such itchy things.

But when my son,
asks what to be,
"Just not a bug", I say to he.