The Work of Bees

THE WORK OF BEES They don’t sweat on an assembly line In a computer guided team Churning out masses of honey so fine, Canning and freezing its sticky stream. No, they make fresh honey daily at home And they don’t use fridges, Living in hives and working in a comb; They’re not useless insects like midges Who only want to bite my arm And cloud around my head Bringing stinging harm And making my bald patch red. Bees are model citizens working For the communal good - Not hovering around shirking, Waiting for handouts of food.