From the jungle or a hive,
Found a pot of sweetness,
In a beautiful pattern of pride,
Captures people with its stickiness.
Its bright color,
When compared with the sun,
Then the sun feels to holler,
That's how the fun,
Wherever it gets added,
It makes it delicious,
Brings health, glad,
That's how it gets precious.
But I don't know why,
It never gets mixed with water,
Maybe it's his...