Advice From the Fortune Telling Hive
The lavender haired princess was not used to living in a hive.
But weren’t you one of several children. “Yes,” she said “five.
But the others were worker bees, which is not the same.
They are training me to be queen, that is my parents’ game."
"Wouldn’t that be lovely?" Her new friends asked, feeling glad.
She was not sure that she wanted it, other plans she pretty much had.
Put fortune teller on your lap and concentrate suggested her friend Live.
Run away and live your drfeam life, honey, said the fortune telling hive.
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